He leans in and kisses Athelstan, slow and rich and giving. Partially in lieu of an answer. And partially to hide the soft sheen of tears that gather in his eyes. Few are so thoughtful and kind with him.

"Yes." He whispers softly, molding himself to Athelstan. Sex itself brings him little joy but there is pleasure to be found in touch, in closeness, and Athelstan seems like one willing to take the time to find it.