"Mm." He is right, and he can't argue it. He wouldn't want to either. Whatever Undertaker wants, Astre knows he'd do anything to try to give him. There's a smile and he nuzzles against him before squeezing him.

"You're absolutely right." Astre concedes after a moment, nuzzling against him again before just laying his head against one shoulder, tilted up a bit to watch him with a smile. "So, what would you like first then? I'm at your beck and call."

And, how could he really object to anything Undertaker wants? Though he wonders what he had in mind about making him feel good.