"You've wanted me for some time, haven't you?" he asks, perhaps surprisingly gently. Fingertips settle against the back of Wilhelm's hair, ruffling it softly, scratching his scalp and down to the nape of his neck.

He does not stop Wilhelm from undressing him, but neither does he reach to help. Instead, he allows Wilhelm to make his advances, watching his actions and reactions through lowered eyelashes.

"Tell me what you want, Wilhelm," Rhy urges, and unknowingly draws on the power of the herald he'd met in that dream. It leaves his skin tingling, pleasure curling through his nerves that is on a different wavelength entirely from what Wilhelm's touch brings.

He presses his lips to the boy's temple.

"I want to know your desires. I want to give them to you."