The touch of Russell's lips on his hand was warm, comforting almost. He closed his eyes and leaned slowly forwards, capturing Russell's mouth in an almost tender kiss, the tip of his tongue stroking lightly along the warm lower lip. His hands ran gently down the gap in the neckline of the dressing gown, stroking the bare skin beneath before he stepped back regretfully.
He met Russ' gaze with quiet understanding. "That might be in a century or more," he said gently, not denying the blunt suggestion.
He looked down for a moment. "I was going to have you sleep in my bed... but I'll put Eterna at the other end of the house and give her a slave girl to occupy herself with. You can have a room near mine... and I'll come to you before morning."