Percival felt a dark, possessive sort of pleasure at Leiland's assertion. Entirely and completely. That was all he wanted. To completely possess Leiland. For the Vinguri to be his and only his. And now it seemed that he was. "I have all that could ever need right here," he assured Leiland, pulling him that little bit closer. "You are all I could ever want or need." He made a habit of never needing anything or anyone, but Leiland was a welcome exception.
He smiled fondly at the blush that overtook Leiland's face. It really was lovely. He pressed slightly harder for just a moment before gentling his touch and stroking lightly down Leiland's throat. Leiland really was terribly beautiful.
"It's not difficult to be more competent than Zaul'Nazh," he said, proud of the way Leiland had spoken his mind. He knew that was a new thing for the Vinguri, and likely a difficult one. It said a lot about how much Leiland was already growing that he was able to criticize the Dark Lord. He couldn't wait to see how else Leiland might change with time. "Perhaps I will kill him then. But for now, rest. You must be tired. We can continue this in the morning." He kissed Leiland on the forehead. "Get some sleep, love."