He does glance down to check his eyes, but even before then he’s got that little curve of a smile to his face. “I can confidently say I do,” he says dryly, letting his fingers slide over his jaw, “Quite frankly you’re entirely too bloody selfless the rest of the time, you’re entitled to it I think.”

And really, Phillip does want it. He wants to claim and be claimed, even if it’s temporary, even if it won’t last forever. It would be enough, for now.