"It's... still weird," he affirms softly, trying to find the right words to explain how he feels about this. It's difficult, and made more so by the fact he does want to spend the night with him. It's only being in this bed in this room that's making him anxious.

But Luka has also said he wants him here, over and over again. And he knows, logically, that it must be completely normal for him to have a lover stay in bed all night. He sighs pensively, looking down to the princess where he's settled.

"You are comfortable? With my being here?"