[Honey]

His laugh was quiet as he allowed for the gentle peppering of kisses that were even gentler to him by fault of fabric padding. "I do not remember casting any a spell, for my magick only seems to work in the darkness of the garden and we have not spent our time among the roses for a few days." Reaching for one of the hands that lead him to the plush bed, he intertwined their fingers, "I would not doubt it if my beauty was enough to entrance you, husband."