Bel, you're going nowhere if you keep saying things like that about having him in your arms. Barcus shivers and squeezes him tighter for a moment. It is with a significant effort of will that he lets go and drags himself upright, sitting up next to his lover. Bel gets a fond look for a moment, and a few gentle strokes of gnomish fingers running through his hair, and then Barcus slips off the bed and stands.

"A bath for two," he says with a nod. "And then perhaps you'd be so generous as to return to my bed for a little more cuddling?"