It takes a while for anyone to really get the measure of Azwel. It's entirely possible even Azwel doesn't really know what Azwel is about.

His body is much more easy to understand than his mind, however. His skin is quite warm and the raised lines are worn smooth by time. Under that skin, muscles are indeed knotted around the neck and shoulders and spine, the kind of stiff tightness that comes from far too much time spent hunched over delicate work.

A low, purring hum escapes him as Phillip starts to work on his shoulders. It's an unconsciously sensual kind of sound.

"Oh, that's good," he murmurs. The oil smells pleasant, warm and musky. "Had no idea I needed this so much...."