Ereuvir is not a man easily or lightly won, but Ashley's doing a damn fine job of it, all the same. The little pleased sounds, the affection and also slight amount of worship in his voice, the way he's both shameless and forward but also compliant in turns, almost desperate to be so. Ereuvir likes all of that. They are very well suited and he's beginning to think that he certainly got the better end of this trade from an old friend.

"I'm glad. I did as well," it seems a bit silly, both the words and the sharing of them, but it also feels right at the same time. Certainly, he did like it. And he likes this as well, arms wound around an exhausted, sated lover, warm against his body. There's very little like it and it's a pleasure he has far too rarely. "I should let you choose more games to play."