[Eridanus takes a breath, and as Lucius' face draws nearer, his own gaze goes heavy-lidded in a half expectation that his mouth will be claimed once more. It doesn't though, and with just the ghosting flick of a forked tongue at his maw, Eridanus exhales a hot sigh in that cloistered space. Anticipation seems to twist his gut persistently, and just the thrill of what he cannot expect of his consort has him inching ever closer into the warmth of his overlarge form.

Their conversation turns though, by his own lead, and Eridanus has to draw his mind back into a space where it isn't occupied with his ever-present veneration of Lucius. Instead, he busies himself with the shy touch of his own opaline claws over the fat wrist of the hand that holds him.]

For you to despise them so much... they truly must've done something to earn your ire. [For as short a time as Eridanus has known him, he knows that Lucius is not a man to easily hold grudges over petty squabbles.] Unless you don't wish to speak of it... even the unpleasant things — I wish to know everything about you, my Beloved.