He'll be easy to reposition once Luka wants his tiddy pillow back. Gyre is basically melting into him the longer he pets his hair, his eyes drifting half closed.

"Mmm," he agrees softly, nodding against his body until the nod becomes this unashamed nuzzle. He'd absolutely bury himself even close if he could.

"Maybe... maybe this is the easiest way for you all to throw off authority finally." He struggles to imagine a world where everyone lives the way wild elves do, but he does also think it would be way fucking better then what they've got now.