( syrlya can u hear us )

I wouldn't be happy, myself, if I knew Adelis censored himself around me. I am still learning my way around this thing, and it does not sit fully comfortable with me yet, but... I think that is what love is, yes? Wanting to consume the whole of a person, with nothing held back?

( If that's not it then he has no clue what this feeling is, just that people gave it a name and that name is love, and this is how it moves in him, with the skittering of insects.

He seems a little surprised when Trahearne offers to take his plate because, well, Adelis doesn't, and after a moment he offers it with the cutlery (the plate almost entirely cleaned of any and all syrup and crumbs, but still sticky), in awe of the surreal domesticity of Adelis just taking a plate from him. Wow. )

Thank you. Ah, you can really just set those in the sink, if you'd prefer. You haven't gotten groomed and dressed yet.

( He guesses it must be easy to forget when you grow yourself into the right look regularly, but humanoids are far higher maintenance. )