[ Lucius' lips part, and the pique worn upon his face melts away. That answer earns Eridanus a satisfied coo—not simply for the substance of it, but for the dedication that sits at its core. As quickly as displeasure had come, it is gone, and suddenly, the space of a game board between them feels like far too much.

Lucius rises, and it is nearly the same movement of sliding from his chair that has him seated in Eridanus' lap. Foot rubbing against his calf, fingers brushing through the hair at his nape, Lucius purrs, ] There is little that would bring me more joy than to watch you do so, alongside all your other beauty.

[ Centuries is more likely, of course—but, somehow, that fact only makes the affection in his breast swell higher.

But if they remain like this, they aren't likely to finish their game. Not that it particularly matters to Lucius, but Eridanus had seemed so eager for it—he rises again, smile turning impish as he goes. ]

It's not how I typically like to be made to submit, but I'll allow it. You're right — you've already given me whatever it is I might ask for.

[ Though he could always come up with more, should it come to that. ]