[ That little noise is one he likes, one he's thought about much more than he'd ever like to admit. He wants to hear it more, too, but he'll oblige Siffrin's request first and press his lips to his wrist, lingering so he can feel his pulse. ]

As do I. Like you, it never crossed my mind... not to the extent where I thought it was something I would want in full.

[ His mission, his studies, the world ending—all of it preoccupied his thoughts, to the point that he thought of not much else. Strange that being here of all places would rid him of thoughts of adventure for long enough for something else to take root.

G'raha lets go of their hand so he can take hold of the one against his cheek instead, anchoring it there so he can press a trail of kisses along their inner forearm. ]

I think of it as a gift, to know a side of you that no one else has knowledge of.

[ And as a scholar, he covets that knowledge. ]