[ there's little resistance against the push, larus' expression carefully neutral as his hands slip into dorian's robe to feel skin. he's warm, as always, and it's almost nice to have this sort of freedom to touch and be touched in return. the heaviness that had weighed on him with casimir doesn't exist here. ]

I never said I wanted to die. [ it's a gentle correcting, tilting his head back to look at him. ] And though I have other reasons to keep me from feeling that way, you're interesting to me.

[ not to say it's enough, but larus' own curiosity gets him into trouble more often than anything else, which is what drives him. ]