Bel had kicked off his own shoes, and let Barcus nudge him onto the bed, since it was what he wanted to do anyway. Especially with Barcus now straddling his lap, holding his hands.

The compliment caused him to smile; look, Bel knew that drow generally were considered good-looking by others. "Would you believe me if, right now, I said I found you equally good-looking?" It was something about how Barcus moved, how he took up space when he wanted to, and how he was looking at Be, particularly right now.