@ruodabuort / cont. from x
It doesn't take much strength to stifle the laugh that wants to make its way up Aldrik's throat at how Markus jumped from his hand. His gaze stays relatively soft, eyes half lidded as he looks upon the rider and continues to let his fingers card through the other's hair. Perhaps it was cute, seeing him freeze when he glances over his shoulder to look at the lord, noticing that he is indeed the one petting him. Part of the lord wants to disrupt this kind gesture with a swat of his cane. Another part says to keep peace for just a bit longer.
"Good morning, Markus," His voice is deep purr when he speaks, the thumb of his hand stroking against the crown of Markus' head, "You seem well," A tiny quirk of his lip is given up, unnoticeable unless one squints. Not that the rider would see it since he shifted his gaze forward once more, but that wouldn’t stop the wyvern lord from leaning over the male's shoulder or stepping around him to look at him proper if he wanted to. And make Markus do so as well. His gloved hand shifts and slides his palm down the back of the man's head, fingers trailing over Markus' neck before settling into the curve of his shoulders. A gentle squeeze is given at the base of the man's neck, another hum from the lord's throat.
"Accompany me this morning, will you?"