The Bracken Woods it's better to burn than to fade away

This— isn't the way it's supposed to go, he thinks, frowning slightly as he watches Delight's expression change. Delight isn't supposed to feel bad; that he misunderstood is his fault anyway. He wants to be difficult and argue— he wants to provoke the response he'd been expecting— but the touch to his cheek settles him some, whether he likes it or not.
He leans into it despite himself, flushing a little at the lick and ignoring the prickle of disappointment as Delight steps back. Yeah, it is, He agrees quietly, pausing a beat. I really don't deserve you, but— A soft sigh punctuates the word; he has to be a little difficult or it feels like cheating, but he's probably done for now. Probably. What, um— what do you want us to be?
Did anyone really expect anything else? It doesn't cross his mind that he could get more than he bargained for here— he's pretty sure they're on the same page about this, at least. Delight really doesn't strike him as the rush into marriage type, and Alarian is fairly content with anything short of that. All this to say, he's fine with whatever Delight wants, and it's easier to make him say all the important things.