[If Lahabrea wasn’t already thoroughly flustered before, he is most certainly flustered now. He gives the younger man a knowing look, his gaze quite sincere and honest as the lie upon his lips wants to state otherwise. He stares at Elidibus for a long while before glancing toward the sea again. A gentle sigh escapes him as the tips of his ears burn hotter. He is having a time comprehending Elidibus’ affections towards him, especially after spending so many decades alone after Athena’s horrible betrayal. While a part of him yearns for this level of intimacy, another part of him is scared to trust.]

Wishing to shower me with affection, are you? [He mumbles before gazing into those brilliant blue eyes.] I have nothing to offer you other than my compliance, especially since my rank and title mean very little anymore. The riches I’ve gained from my prestige are long gone with everything I held dear…except for one.

[A sigh escapes the man as he suddenly wraps his arms around Elidibus. This is a mock surrender to the emotions this foul bastard has stirred within him. He’s scared, so very scared, to trust again. Yet despite it all, he desperately wants to believe in every word Elidibus says. He’s truly pathetic, isn’t he? A wounded man with centuries worth of baggage. Lahabrea never hated himself as he does now for being so weak.]