[ Trahearne lets Adelis guide his hand farther up his torso, the other following suit, taking in the faint warmth that now radiates from his pale, scarred skin; the shock he felt upon feeling his cold hand in the dream is long, long gone now. It isn't even a thought in his mind. One hand, the one not under Adelis's control, wraps around to his back, and he brushes the tip of his finger up and down the other man's spine. Perhaps to encourage him to arch further; he leans in, the uneven, scarred skin, just scarcely touching Adelis's.

The fabric bunches at his shoulders; amber eyes, ever curious in the sylvari manner, quickly dart down to take in the look of the human chest, his nipples. But they don't linger, nor do his hands wander to touch them again. Unlike a certain other, Adelis is not his first. ]

Oh?

[ His lips naturally part as Adelis's other gloved thumb glides over his mouth. There's a hint of amusement in his eyes--not because he's looking down on the other or anything of the sort. He's clearly enjoying this, whatever this is. ]

Unfortunately, I've not much in the way of monetary assets in this world. [ While his eyes remain on the other man's face, he lightly tips his head, kissing the tip of the gloved finger. ]

I'm eager to hear what...other sort of recompense you have in mind.

[ He waits no time for that statement to breathe before he does the same thing--tongue snakes out, taking his thumb in deeper this time, before he rips off the glove with sudden force, sudden movement, letting it drop to the side. Without much other warning, a hand whips up to grab Adelis's, thumb firmly pressing into his palm, and takes his index and middle fingers into his mouth to slowly suck, to run his tongue up and along and between them.

He is none the wiser to how Adelis reaches for the towel. ]