Watching Astre squirm, hearing him moan as he does, it'll never get old. Anything at all that he can do to keep those pleasant sounds coming, he'll do just that. While he has Astre seated on his lap, he draws the boy as close as he can get. Once settled, he rubs fingers back up and down the Earl's soft, warm leg. He'll never tire of that touch either.

"We could do anything at all, if you like." He scritches along Astre's thigh again, kissing along his cheek until Astre's lips are near his. Why wait, he thinks? In the next moment, he's kissing Astre's lips instead, leaving no room for question as to what he's looking for. "But isn't there something you're after?"