You shall have the finest of rings. [he throws an arm over francel's shoulders, propped on his side to similarly admire his lover.]

Ah, you are right, sadly. He would scratch up any child that dared go near him. You are at least tall enough to frighten him when he's feeling dour.

[he runs his hand softly down francel's back, then experimentally pressing his hand into francel's muscles as he does for him often.]