He looks Ragnar in the eye with all seriousness. "In pleasure, Athelstan surpassed every man who has ever entered me." And of those, there have been many.

He leans back to sprawl, a lazy hand resting on Athelstan's thigh. "There is an old door, all but forgotten that leads to the outer walls of the palace. I sneak through there to watch the dawn over the Golden Horn. It was that door that lead me here."

He kisses the curve of Athelstan's neck as he reaches for Ragnar. "I hope it will do so often."

{ooc: to bed with me. Good evening, wonderful people.}