He laughs softly, his eyes fixed on Stiva's movements as he obeys Justin's childishly self-indulgent whimsy. "You would get tired of my saying so long before my desires were likely to change, little bird," he replies, softly affectionate, holding out graceful hands expectantly for Stiva's, clearly intent on drawing him closer against him on the bed. Justin is in a female form today, one he'd practiced and refined over several centuries, maintaining a careful core of timeless beauty even as times and fashions changed with the passing decades. Despite Stiva being fully and formidably clothed and Justin's seemingly vulnerable nakedness, there is no doubting who holds the power in this room, on whose words the other's pleasure rested.

"Come touch me, Stiva," he invites outright, as if taking his words to heart. "See if you can find any fault in my work today."