If there comes a time where the world stops threatening to end for more than a day, there is a good chance Phillip would do it as a temporary measure, at least, to make sure Gustavain actually gets a break and a chance to rest without having to be at the beck and call of Eorzea. If he knew just how long it would take for Gustavain to get mad about it, it may even be something he'd do to force him to retire when the time came, assuming he lived that long.

But that time is likely a long ways off, and so Phillip takes his time with this moment, working through the last of the knots in his hand before glancing up at that wicked smile. "Illustrious as you, hm...?" he says, and his expression is anything but impressed, though there's a spark of mischief behind his own eyes. Without warning, his hand darts up into Gustavain's hair, pulling it taut from his head- not enough to hurt, but enough to apply a bit of pressure against his scalp.

"Now, love, let's be clear." His voice is rich and dark and his mouth is perfectly position by one of his ears. "Whatever you may be outside of here, right now, in this room, you are mine and nothing else, and I'll go with you what I like. Understand?"

To many, this would likely cross that border to cruel, to a violation, to be denied their self beyond this. But Phillip knows Gustavain well enough to know that even though he would not allow this forever, tonight, after all he's been through? Leaving it behind may be exactly what he needs.