Sinric smiles and leans in to brush soft lips over Athelstan's cheek. "I'm here, am I not."

He turns them very subtly so he has a clear line to the door. He doesn't think he'll need it - after all, Athelstan is lover to an earl and therefore not adverse to the passions of men but it's always wise to be sure which those who don't know.

"I should tell you then, I am not perhaps what I seem."