Ereuvir has an entire realm of beautiful sycophants if he wants them, but he does genuinely enjoy this. If there's occasionally a little bit of desperation to Ashley in regards to his attention, it somehow just makes things sweeter and there's something about making a kind of finicky lover unwind and melt.

He's a little impatient to show Ashley what he's brought, moreso than Ashley is to see it, clearly, but he also wants to take a moment to savor this. He's very much aware that what he's doing is a gamble. Both of the brothers clearly value each other more highly than any human lover, certainly, and while he would not come between them, exactly, Ashley is still his, by ceremony and by right, and Arkady is well on his way to potentially being. There are stakes, here, and even though the odds of an unacceptable outcome are low, this could be the last of this, and so he savors it, takes his time exploring Ashley's mouth, drawing him close.

"The only problem," he says after a moment, pulling back, smile wicked, "is that I'm never going to be able to top this. Come. I want to see your face." He is excited about this, an impossible present, a gift beyond measure, and his own anticipation grows as he leads Ashley through the house until he's drawing him through the door into the sitting room.