[As laughter wafts between them, Eridanus shivers. His ears perk to the sound of it, overlong and seeking after that mellifluous sound. Lucius' claws bears down on his naked hip and rather than shying from the threat of sharpened tips, he shifts on the bedding to slot himself closer to his consort.]

I would not say that I am worried, per se... [Despite them, his words trail with a lack of confidence. Behind the jealous guard of his opal maw, his fangs bear down and worry his bottom lip as he continues to trace patterns in the textured surface of Lucius' skull.]

So many battles have been immortalized on your skin, [his fingers pause at the sunken pit of Lucius' ear, and his palm shifts to cup the man's cheek in a lover's hold,] how many of them have you died in? What was it like, to be revived by your God? Was it cold, like the Sea of Stars, or was the it the warm embrace of a parent with their child?