...Well, he might take his last thought back, at least a little. It doesn't bother him as much coming from Gustavain's mouth.
He chuckles softly, letting his fingers drift over the other man's face, brushing against his lips. "I would almost hope so," he says dryly, given their previous conversation and what he is at least pretending to be. He certainly wants to be more of a 'Phillip.'
The talk of a truce earns Gustavain an arched eyebrow, though Phillip is quiet through his explanation, sliding his own hand in a soothing motion over the man's neck. "What is it?" he asks, cocking his head curiously, not quite wary but certainly not about to agree to something before he's heard it. There are likely things that Gustavain would want from him that he cannot promise to give.
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He chuckles softly, letting his fingers drift over the other man's face, brushing against his lips. "I would almost hope so," he says dryly, given their previous conversation and what he is at least pretending to be. He certainly wants to be more of a 'Phillip.'
The talk of a truce earns Gustavain an arched eyebrow, though Phillip is quiet through his explanation, sliding his own hand in a soothing motion over the man's neck. "What is it?" he asks, cocking his head curiously, not quite wary but certainly not about to agree to something before he's heard it. There are likely things that Gustavain would want from him that he cannot promise to give.