"I thought that was implied," Llane gently teased, leaning into one of the hands that cupped his face. It was warm, just like any part of Anduin was and he adored it. The certainty that the heat brought him.

He didn't resist as his head was tilted up and briefly stared up at his friend like he was one of a few stars in the sky. Adoring was something it could be considered, but moreso it was trusting.

Llane thought he was a good King, one that earned the loyalty of his lands people and more importantly, the loyalty of the Lion of Stormwind. Many times he had driven the man to wanting to tug his hair out by the roots, he was sure of it, others worried him. Lothar was worried now, he supposed and he knew just allowing the warrior to take full responsibility for him for the next few hours would be the best way to soothe it.

Soft lips met his and his thoughts broke into little pieces, while those warrior's hands stroked their digits across his skin. It set his tense nerves off into fireworks and had him sweetly humming his approval of just that simple thing.

"More of that," he murmurs against the other's mouth, "definitely more of that."