Better to ask for forgiveness than permission? [ Kizuna tilts into the draw of teeth against his skin, thoughtful and yielding. ] I'll keep asking for it too, if that's the case.

[ Not that this sounds unpleasant in any way. In fact, there's a deep and powerful lull to it: like having a piece of Wriothesley's heart pressed to his own beneath the clasp of hands. ]

I'm prepared for that. Are you?