“No, I’ll try it,” he reasserted.

The possibility of a sponge bath being given to him was enticing as well, though it reminded him of his last state of handicappedness, how Elann had to clean him because he almost couldn’t do it himself, not really wanting to because of how low he had stooped mood wise. The injury, while it had been healed by Devi’s intervention, would’ve killed him simply because he was already so far done with life after Caesarion broke their bond. It must’ve been utterly taxing on Elann to take care of him and herself while working. In the beginning of that part of their relationship he had started to loathe her coming over because she would coax him into doing things he didn’t want to do. Towards the end, however, her appearance was a soft light to the shroud of darkness around him in his apartment whenever she was away.

He put out his guess, looking down to the deck to watch her flip the card but the flip never came. Instead, her whole being moved towards him, moving out over the game between them to come to him. He looked up to her curiously, taking her into his lap as she straddled over him, engulfing him in her sensuality. 

Looking at her, he wasn’t all too taken aback by her display of affection, feeling her piquing desire in their bond. What was surprising was how she said his name, adding his surname into the bit. Now that he thought about it though, he wasn’t sure if Elann knew his full name. He remembered the fullness of hers, unsure if it still applied to her given she was no longer of her father’s tribe. Technically she had his surname as well, though he had not called her by it.

“I love you too,” he replied, the words coming out of his mouth before he was kissed by her.

He had wrapped his arms around her once she took her place atop him, holding her all the more as she pressed herself into him. When they parted he gave her a look of subtle quizzicality, as if quietly questioning her displays of affection. His eyes searched her face for an answer, spoken or not.