He’d been STUPID, burnt himself in an experiment of... Something, which he had clearly failed, and his palm stung after he’d been that unlucky. So he was gad he had Fenris nearby, now taking care of the wound, putting salve to it before he’d wrapped it up, but it was the KISS that drew his attention back to the hand, which is soon dropped by his slave, falling to his lap when it wasn’t supported and he didn’t think it needed to be.
But with the other he reaches for silver locks, STROKING them to calm the other who seems to have gotten nervous, and words making him wonder what kind of relationship the two of them had. He doesn’t ask, just gently runs fingers through his hair, ❝ no harm done, but if you’d refrain from letting my FATHER see such a display then we’re both safe, ❞ he said before he let the hand wander to Fenris’s shoulder, leaving it there while still gently stroking his skin. ❝ My hand still stings, could I get you to grab that salve over there, I think I’ve drawn a snowflake on the lid. ❞ They both knew it was an ORDER, but he could ask nicely, and he didn’t need Fenris to fear him, especially not when he just seemed to relax and let his guard down enough to slip into habits.
❝ Were you close to Danarius? ❞ He didn’t often ask about his slave’s past, but the gesture of kissing his hand had him surprised still.
