"You're the ethereal beauty," he pointed out, "people pay good money for this little imp to be exactly that. Strangely, they never seem to expect to end up with that." He frowned a little to himself before he shook it off. His fingers brushed against Alcuin's cheek, settling to look at his friend properly. He was more grateful for the other man than he could ever say, someone he could be open and honest with since there was no sense in them ever using their secrets against each other. Even spies needed to seek shelter from time to time. It was an unspoken thing between the two of them, and when Hermes stoke a slow kiss, he knew words would continue to be unnecessary.
Alcuin was a d'Angeline. The gesture Hermes offered would speak more volumes than words ever could. He laid himself bare as he always did for his friend, open and honest, concerned as he was careful. There was little he wouldn't do for him. Alcuin had to know that by now, right? Hermes was not a violent creature, but for Alcuin, he would fell armies. That was what friendship was, and the only person he was more devoted to was a vampire who barely seemed to care that he existed some days.