He was made breathless by it all. The jaunt and the view. Patroclus was glad to have someone here with him for it, otherwise he might have never believed the sight to be anything more than a dream.

Yet Kynareth's words assure him that it's as real as the man next to him.

Delicately he sought to lean into the larger man's side if allowed. Just breathtaking. He confirmed with a delicate nod. Still trying to take in the beauty of it all.

A spar here feels like...sacrilege. To break the peaceful night would be a shame, even if they had come out here for it in the first place.

The words tempt and lure him away from the idea of a spar. He was present with such a luxurious option.

Anything he wanted to do, but —

What about what you want to do?

The question was purred with soft interest. His own features pulled up slightly as he sought to return the little smile that painted Kynareth's features. The larger man looked different like this. Bathed in moonlight, softened by the gentle rays.

The nip to his jaw does not go ignored or unreturned. Patroclus would be quick to try and plant a lick along the man's chin. His tail set a slow pace behind him.

He held his voice back until Kynareth was finished. Left thoroughly amused by the words that slipped free from his master. A warm sensation was planted and bloomed in his chest, not for the first time that evening.

I thought I recall hearing — with my selective hearing — that the majesty gets what they want, He teased back in a murmur as he sought to press his nose into the thick fur that covered the man's neck before he bowed under the weight applied to his back.

Which means I, Majesty Patroclus, want to hear what you want to do. Patroclus volleyed back, purposefully having applied taunting pressure on specific words.

Patroclous would, in every way, publicly hold a high image of himself. He may not have seen himself as a king (or even worthy of his imaginary crowned majesty title) but he still thought he was...lofty. Born and raised in an empire. Expected to uphold a certain standard.

Yet here he found a comfortable place here in a low place. Settled in from the Grandmaster's heavy form and his rather plain bold words.

Patroclus was not blind to the comapny of men. It was not something that he had ever spoken of in a brazen way. Especially not back home. Here Kynareth seemed open for it all, though — and any hidden worries Patroclus might have had were washed away by the privacy of the waterfall. There was not likely to be prying eyes out here, to his knowledge.

If you truly wish to...you must promise something first, Hushed in tender tones. He did not yet pull away from the other man, but he was prepared to do so with taunting flare if his requirements could not be met.

There were no words from the man he found himself smitten with. Smitten enough to be wholly vulnerable in this moment. All Patroclus received was a nod and look, expectant and waiting for the bait that the temporary majesty had laid out.

You will stay the whole night. It was not a large expectation in the grand scheme of things, but it felt large to Patroclus.

I admit I'm...soft. Hopelessly smitten and a smidge romantic. The night would not have to mean anything beyond a simple soothing moment in time to each other, if the other man wished. Patroclus did, however, wish to play pretend for the night even if everything washed away in the morning.

Men were unpredictable with these things. Himself included.

Unaware of any tension he had been carrying, it all melted away at the man's words. Gentle reassurances and offers of more than just a night. Such a horribly dangerous game to play with Patroclus. He was a...romantically greedy man. Inclined to take stolen nights whenever he could. Often times that had invited rumors into his life.

Breathe.

He would not get ahead of himself. He would enjoy this private moment with the brindled man. Admire his flexed muscles and the affections that were placed upon him. He tilted back his narrow head to push into the licks that were placed on his cheeks.

Tentatively he let a whine bubble in his throat and sought to be as close to the other man as he could be like this. Their contract had been signed and sealed.