Gustavain croons back softly, an answering harmony to Mikka's soft noises, encouraging. And then, a moment later, he has to break off with a soft gasp, head thrown back just the slightest bit, as Mikka's fingers find his ears. They're not as sensitive as some elezen, but it's enough to splinter his thought process for a moment and get him to lean into the touch,

"Ah, you're a natural, I see," he says with a low, warm chuckle, hitching him closer, before kissing him again, deeper.