There's always a part of him that's restless still, no matter how comfortable and settled he seems to be. But he's started to feel an unexpected draw to this place, to its shadows and mysteries, the warm smiles and cold secrets, its dappled shades filled with eyes glittering bright. There's an unexpected novelty in knowing in his very bones that there was more to be found here than he could ever truly learn within the span of his short mortal life, even if he spent every waking and dreaming hour in pursuit of that knowledge.

But there seemed to be no real harm in trying so far.

Alecto Crabtree is a frequent - and very pleasant - source. Of information, certainly, of varying kinds, but also of a deeply enjoyable relief and mutual pleasure. But at the end of the day, he doesn't think it's just his own partiality for the man that seems to scent the gentle breeze around him with heady scents, that makes every flower seem to bloom at his passing, that makes their out-of-doors trysts seem so unnaturally - yet organically perfect, as though nature itself were conspiring to see to their mutual comfort.

He catches Alecto around his waist, settles them both down slow and careful to the unexpectedly soft ground, dewy without being damp, the grass an unexpectedly springy cushion beneath their bodies. "Am I not allowed to miss you?" He asks in return, grinning easily, his gaze direct and steady, not at all distracted by Alecto's touch just yet.