"I knew you weren't here solely for monitoring Dementor effects," Azriel's smile dimmed slightly; he didn't like thinking of Stephen getting hurt or doing anything dangerous. "You know I'll listen if you want to talk about it but I'll drop it for now."
He kissed Stephen back, more demanding than before. "We can talk about whatever you want," He grinned at the statement and shook his head. "No you won't, you like working too much. Thankfully," He reached up, running his fingers through Stephen's hair and dishevelling it. "I don't mind too much. The dragons have kept me busy."
"Are you going to be fighting?" he asked, hoping the answer would be no. He would have enough to deal with without having to worry about Stephen. "I mean this work of yours, it must be important if you're trying to prevent the next disaster."
And maybe that sounded a bit desperate but Azriel wasn't that concerned. He cared more about the man in front of him than sounding aloof.