"Somehow," he drawls back, clear from his tone that he doesn't mind in the slightest, that this is in no way a complaint, "I feel as though I know which of those options you'd prefer," he turns further, until their mouths can meet in a lush, but brief kiss, before he answers for real,

"Truly? Neither. But you know what I can be like, when I have too much on my mind," it's a bit of a tease, gentle self-mockery, but like Phillip's tease holds a serious question, so does his, "Are you sure you want to present me with the temptation and opportunity, both, to chase what's in my head?"

Gustavain fucks his problems out, at least where Phillip is concerned. Gustavain would call it something more esoteric, perhaps: a kind of meditation, a way to bring emotional intensity to the forefront so he can get at the truth of something. But they both can remember their first real night together. There are questions here that are not going to dim any the more their souls intertwine. Even so, the words are almost sensual and he runs his thumb along Phillip's lower lip in a way that is obviously intended to be convincing.