"Mm, better that than the alternative, certainly," he continues to not-joke, but there's also a softness in his eyes, the same one that settles there every single time Phillip says it, even as he quips, "Though perhaps it's hard to summon hatred for someone who knows how to play your body like a lyre." It's teasing, but he does sink slowly into him after he says it, starting a pace very slow, but deep.

"Perhaps," he says after a moment, still technically in that same not-quite-teasing, but clearly slightly more serious in tone, "you would also indulge me in some penance, while we are there." He doesn't know if it would help, but he doesn't think it would hurt. If nothing else, there would be a kind of catharsis in such a thing, with the pleasure to hold him from the darker thoughts that would undoubtedly come with it.