( yes is the honest answer, but aventurine doesn't say anything at all. they have done things far more audacious than a simple hug, aventurine being nearly tortured all the while, yet it's really the hug that throws him off.

that's to say, aventurine appreciates the distance, when it comes. being a mess of fluids is nothing new, though he mourns for his formerly white pants, he's not self-conscious over his appearance, and whether esikko truly looks him over or not. for a man like him, he figures, the sight is an appealing one. if only he knew that, as soon as esikko turns around and leave, aventurine will force vomit out of his throat to make sure nothing undesired was swallowed or lingers inside his body. just another fluid, right out of his body. funny, right? )

When the princeling asks, I have no choice but to obey, right? ( lord.

but as aventurine allows himself to relax on the chair, exhale a very well-deserved and longed for breath, he makes the mental note that esikko is really, really high-maintenance.

(not a bad thing, at this point time, ironically. for a suicidal man, it's almost a perfect match, really.) )

Your wish is my command. Just let me know how you would like your steak, and it'll be delivered.