"Yes. I suppose the fact that I'm...mostly interested in other men narrows the field a bit, as well." Night Sky more or less propositioned him when they first met, after all. He was a little sorry to decline the invitation, because she was so very kind about it.

Barcus blinks at the compliment, looking up and tilting his head quizzically. It's enough to shake him out of his melancholy, and after a moment he laughs a little. "That's actually a rather sweet thing to say." Especially coming from someone who could, in another world, be a mortal enemy.

He takes the drow's hand and kisses the back of his knuckles lightly. "If you're trying to make me feel better, it's working. Thank you, Bel."