[The bottle in hand is quick to find the table once Eridanus has finished pouring, and as Lucius trails claws up and down the backside of his thigh, he smiles. Even knowing so much, to be claimed a jewel swells pride and affection so much within his breast that even he cannot resist the call to touch.

Eridanus slides an open palm across Lucius' shoulder blades, feeling over the grotesque bone structure that squirms beneath his skin with fetal twitching. Behind him, his tail swings lazily, happily, and Eridanus indulges that question with his fond gaze.]

When was it that you came to yearn for me, beloved? [He hums, hugging himself closer to Lucius with his hip to his Eternal's shoulder—ever striving to close the distance between them completely.] Because I remember when my thoughts and desires became consumed by you — when you dominated my entire existence with a thirst for your blood, and your flesh, and your soul.

[And how every moment since has been a crude bastardization of the eternity he wishes to spend with the man he's so wrapped up with. Every touch leaving him breathless, no matter how chaste, every whisper like the song of angels in his ears. Eridanus' hand slides over Lucius' nape, fingers curling into his blond hair, a gentle and affectionate touch still with the threat of those obsidian talons against his lover's skin.]