"Really?" it's his turn to be surprised, blinking at the smaller man, "I would have thought you'd have to beat the admirers off with a stick."

Gustavain is starting to become aware that Mikka maybe doesn't think super highly of himself. Perhaps it's simply that no one has ever been quite so obvious. Well, more for him, then, he supposes, or at the very least, their loss.

"If you invite me back to your tent, we don't have to stop talking when I finish my wine," he offers, "And you can set the pace for anything else. I enjoy the all the rest of it, and would absolutely enjoy it with you," he wants to make that abundantly clear, "but I don't care to make you uncomfortable. But yes, if you'd have me, I'm certainly interested"