[With his head angled back on Cy's shoulder, it's easy to turn his cheek, to look at him through wet lashes — the flush of arousal on his face is evident, even after all of this, eyes glassy and mouth bruised so red from abuse it almost appears like lipstick.]

Then use me every night. Fight your enemies on the battlefield and find me in your bed after.

[He's squirming, restless, clearly willing to wrench another orgasm out of himself no matter how much it taxes his body, or in this case his mind — the film of the illusion feels thin, a shimmering across the backs of eyelids.]

I'll go with you anywhere.