And Nathaniel just barely remains still. He feels warmth in his chest at the compliment, though it is quickly lost under the new anticipation of what Asher can do with the non-silver knife pressed to his arm. Nathaniel knows his body would heal that damage almost instantly, but the initial pain of it would be exquisite.

His eyes focus on Asher's face, watching the expression there, watching his lover's eyes. Nathaniel positively adores being the center of such extreme focus.