The elf began to rock his hips against Dorian's own, leaning in to steal another kiss. "Make love to you?" he said with a grin, eyes closed as braced a hand against Dorian's shoulder, offering better leverage as he moved against the man. He was indeed being romantic, perhaps a little too syrupy for his partner's tastes but he spoke from the heart. It was something he couldn't simply stop.

Another stolen kiss as he breathed out across Dorian's face, bumping his nose against the man's. "But I haven't even started talking dirty to you," it had been an eventful evening, even without their brand of alleged dirty talk.

"And here I was, about to suggest you write home to your father about that staff I'm having made for you."