Khadgar paused, barely containing the shudder that roves over him and laughs quietly against Medivh's neck. He patted the other's chest softly, before he tied to speak. "Medivh, that was a rhetorical question," he paused to moan, back arching and voice stuttering back into a low chortle, "a rhetorical joke, perhaps. Maybe a-- nngh, a compliment on your current skill with it." He was as careful as he could be -- with pleasure striking his nerves and making him sing it out for Medivh, in making sure his tone wasn't admonishing. Though, perhaps he was more in a place in his life where it would be received better than if he had been seventeen....

None of that really mattered, not with Medivh stroking him surely, like he had honestly done this casually for anyone who dared ask. Not that he thought Medivh would --

He shakes his head, whimpering against the scar that ran around his ex-mentor's neck and felt himself relax finally. He wasn't as anxious as he had been prior to the horrible pun and it showed, he trusted Medivh to take care of him and get him to where they needed to go.

"Light," he gasps, lashes fluttering against Medivh's neck, "a, hnn, a tighter grip if you would?"