Decorum serves as long as we survive, but if you insist...

[ He reaches out, taking one of Jiros' hands in his and lifting it up to his lowered head. Licyn brushes his lips against the back of his hand, eyes fixed on Jiros' face. ]

As you wish, my lord. Now rest. I promise it'll be far more tolerable than remaining awake and in my company.

[ For which he shoots Jiros a winning grin, having either let him reclaim his hand or settled it back on his chest without so much as a nod to the doing. ]