Sliding his arms around Josef's neck, eyes moving between his eyes and his mouth in a non-verbal tease, he thinks he's in the clear. He can feel Josef relax, and that in itself takes away his own nervous tension. He understands. By Mithra, he understands.

"The days of leading pretty young men to a secluded spot are far behind me, my friend. I'll have you somewhere proper, away from the eyes of others, with all the comforts of civilization.

"...unless you would rather write to me in painstaking detail the many ways you'd have me?" He quirks a teasing eyebrow.