Oh...! Barcus recognizes that little gasp for what it is, the sound of a man hungry for touch he can trust. Takes one to know one; for all that the gnome has spent plenty of time in someone else's arms since coming to Caldera, he still carries the aches and scars from long periods of time alone. Small wonder if Bel is the same.

Well, they'll have to remedy that now, won't they?

Barcus makes a low, needy sound and bites the side of the drow's neck, but then he relents and sits back a little, nodding his agreement. Undressing is going to take cooperation from them both, after all. Having had some success with Bel's shirtlaces already, Barcus unbuckles his own belt and discards it, then stretches his arms up obligingly to let his tunic be pulled over his head.