If he's going to make that face, Josef can't be held responsible if he does it more often. There's just something about that face he won't be able to resist.

"When you say it like that, who am I to argue," he asked, leaning in and brushing the softest of kisses to the corner of Bagoas' mouth.

"I keep missing the beauty because it's either dark or I'm hiding," he teased. "As for the rest, we have time and I like things like this with you." Closeness, physical and emotional, was practically new to him.