Medivh stifled the grin that wanted to escape at all the expressions that played across Khadgar's face. He instead raised his eyebrows at the man as if to say there was no point in arguing. What kind of friend would he be if he left him like that? There would be no 'relaxing' and being able to sleep with a hard on that bad. Besides, as he had discovered, it felt way better if someone else's touch did the deed.

Khadgar's words that he didn't have to reciprocate elicited an exasperated but affectionate snort from the Magus as he refrained to roll his eyes at his companion. Instead, while the Archmage seemed to be thinking so hard to almost cause steam to come out of his ears (he was certainly blushing enough to set his hair on fire) - the Magus simply sighed and stretched out on the couch, laying back so his head and shoulders were reclining on the arm of the lounge. Nonchalantly, he reached over the side for his satchel, rummaging for a handkerchief which he stuffed in the cushion so he could grab at it easily. That done, he shook out his hair about his shoulders and reclined, raising an eyebrow at Khadgar as the man struggled to express himself through his embarrassment.

"Khadgar." He said simply, tones soft and gentle, but with a hint of firmness. "Come here." He had rested so that his back was angled against the back of the lounge, so that there would be room for Khadgar to recline with him. Once the other man moved, he'd stretch his legs out along the length of the couch.