The curse registers as vaguely odd in Thanatos's mind, but he hardly has time to contemplate on it or even ask and it near immediately forgotten. He makes a soft little noise as Gustavain rocks into him, his eyes flittering shut briefly as he tilts his head into the hand by his face. He's near radiating a sort of blissful contentment, adoring the way it feels to be pressed underneath him and the way he's being touched. It's so intimate, so loving, and yet it feels entirely right. Surely that can't just be from being one of Azem's, but there's also no other explanation that comes to mind, and he's not much up for questioning it in the moment.

He shifts, using the hands still on him to coax him down into a kiss, deep and hungry but still entirely unhurried now, more like he's savoring every moment of it.