Carrick drew Hermes' hand in closer, pressing a light kiss to the soft skin of his inner wrist.
"A slightly unfortunate metaphor, given what the sun is capable of doing to me. Did I ever tell you about Russell's last slave? I was staying at his cabin out in the forest, and it was just after dawn. I'd gone to sleep in the cellar, and Noctis noticed a door that he hadn't seen before... with an east-facing window just behind him." He shook his head slightly, remembering. "Third degree burns are not the most pleasurable way to wake up. Still, if I was any younger, I'd have burst into flames immediately and there would have been no way of putting them out."
His right arm moved a little tighter around Hermes' waist. "Still, it does seem appropriate for you. Twinkle on then, my little star."