"I want to...well..." He looked down at his hands, running them together. "In the camps we would well, we called it courting. I don't know what you call it here, and really between a slave and a supernatural..." He swallowed around the lump that had returned.
"I do want to continue cuddling and kissing. I like that, a lot. Maybe just at night? Unless you have to work 24 hours on being the King of the Witches." He shrugged, still not looking up at Magnus, not wanting to look into his face after pretty much telling him he would like to 'date' his master.