The first statement earns Josef a soft hum, the touch to his face a slight but tangible nuzzle; the second statement, a warm chuckle full of amusement.

"Forgive my amusement and perhaps ill-placed candour," he murmurs, fingers flexing gently over Josef's chest. "But were you only interested in what earthly pleasures I could bring, you would have made that clear from the start. You are a businessman, as you call it, a merchant of many years' experience... You know I cannot be bought. Therefore, this is obviously not a matter of services rendered."

Turning his head slightly, he presses a soft kiss to the palm of Josef's hand. "You are sweet for wanting to reassure me, but I swear there is no need. Your letters have told me more than enough."