"I..." he starts, trailing off almost immediately. He's still married by his own cultural rules. He still trusts his spouses with his children. He'd give his life to them if he could. That's marriage to him.

But he also knows that's not how it is for these people. Luka's hands pause on his body, and he suddenly remembers the mutual confusion that happened the last time he said he had a husband to a lover and they freaked out about cheating of all things. For a moment, he feels like an alien in this world again, and he becomes very aware of the walls of this room. He shouldn't be here.

"Ah, not... in a ceremony or anything," he murmurs, his voice a little strained as he works through his thoughts. He ends up going quiet again, looking down at the top of Luka's head and running his hand lightly over his side. Despite himself, he can feel himself relaxing as he watches this lovely man. The spike of anxiety fades out, and he sighs faintly.

"We worked well together, you know?" He takes a deep breath, bringing the other's hand up again so he can lay kisses lazily down his arm. "Do you have anyone like that, Luka?"