"Yes," he "admits", though he hasn't really been hiding it. There's something warm and soft in his voice, along with the hint of something sly, and he leans back, going easily with the arm around him.

As the wound heals he pushes more energy into it, running his tongue slow over the thin, healed skin, sinking back further into Azwel's arms. The healing energy just spreads from there, less intense but diffusive, soothing little hurts and bruises as it goes.

"I might have been counting on it," he teases, leaving off that wrist with a last little kiss and then moving to the other. "I can't deny that while I wasn't going to press for this, I was kind of hoping for it all the same."