[For Hythlodaeus' part, he had been aching for weeks for this sort of contact. The gentle touching that sent his mind buzzing. The ease and relief of knowing that he wouldn't have to pull away. He may have been a fake person, but as far as he could tell these feelings were terribly lifelike. He wished terribly for the use of his other hand. Even trying to curl his fingers sends a jolt up his arm.]

As far as I've surmised, the average mortal is... a subpar lover. I cannot understand avoiding the ecstasy of allowing oneself to fall into another completely.

[His hand trails up, fingertips against his collarbone before he tilts his chin back up and moves to kiss him again.]