Eventually, eventually, he'd probably fight it, if Phillip did actually spirit him away somewhere. Eventually, it would feel more like a violation than something good. But that "eventually" is likely after more time than either one of them would expect. In some ways, Gustavain is entirely too selfless, thinks nothing of throwing himself into danger when other people are at stake, but he knows well enough there's a part of him that wants to leave it all behind, that misses singing for his supper and having a "hero's welcome" be a few people in a village when he killed an unruly boar, not when he comes back from slaying yet another primal. Or another friend. There's a part of him that wants Phillip to take him up on it, to lose himself in something other than death, to forget.

Eventually, eventually, he would be angry. But until then...

It's neither here nor there, right now. This is still at least a kind of play and he's entirely too eager to lose himself in it utterly for a night. He rolls his head to the side to give Phillip more room to mark him, and they both know from experience he'll do nothing to hide them whenever they next make it out of the room.

"I don't know... I might need more convincing..." he absolutely does not, but he's also not about to let Phillip think he can stop, not when they've not even made it to a bed yet. And then he lets his mouth curve wicked, "After all, my thighs are still plenty tense and we've not even made it to a bed yet," the grin widens, "Mm, surely you don't think to keep someone as illustrious as myself content with a rug on the floor."

Listen, he would absolutely let Phillip fuck him all night right here without even a single thought of protest and they both know it. He's not actually got a single air to put on and he'd let a stranger at a bar do a lot worse, much less someone he loves. But he also doesn't expect Phillip's going to end the game by calling him on it, either.