“There’s a lot I could do, but I need to know just how angry you are about your loss.” He tilts his head, strands of hair falling over his cheek. His eyes are very much still on Ram’s lips, thinking about the heat from the kisses and how nice they’d be if they were peppered all over. Throat, perhaps, chest, maybe even lower if Rama was feeling particularly playful.

“Helps me gauge,” he clarifies delightedly. He can be playful like this, but there’s something about it coupled with his youthful appearance that just makes him all the more eager.