Gustavain grins, and there's something wild about that too-- not so much uncontrolled as just unfettered, free. He slings the giant sword up on a shoulder and takes measured steps over towards Phillip. There's recognition in his face, this is definitely Gustavain, still, but it's also... very decidedly not Gustavain, or at least, not the Gustavain Phillip has come to know.

"More than alright, Ascian," the tone is playful, sensual and teasing, despite the title he throws around. "Why? Worried that I might show you up?" There's a rolling self-assurance to his walk, like a predator, and if Phillip lets him get close, he'll tip his chin up, rubbing a leather-clad thumb across Phillip's mouth, leaving a red smear there, "Or concerned to find out your dearest hero has darker appetites than you thought?"