No matter where Gilmore's ideas came from, or what prompted them, they were always wonderful. J'mon had enjoyed hearing about the progress on the flying broom and they were sure they would be delighted by this new endeavor as well. It meant that there would always be new projects and new discoveries to watch take form and that they could watch him do what he did so well. What greater joy could there be than watching an artist at work?
The feel of Gilmore's lips on their neck and his hands roaming across their body came exceptionally close, though.
"I will endeavor to keep an eye on what might be needed," they nodded. If they heard anything or were asked for something in particular, they would always come to Gilmore first. There were so many powerful magic users here, and in the end, it came down to who they trusted the most to handle problems when they arose. There was only one person for that. "I do love watching you show off, too. I am always impressed by you. Impressed, delighted, utterly enraptured. I do not think it could be any other way. However," they eyed him carefully, letting him sweat for a moment before piling more compliments and affection onto him, "I cannot promise distractions will not... pop up now and then."
They gasped, actually surprised when Gilmore reached over and hauled them over into his lap. It was rare that anyone so much as dared to manhandle them like that, but when Gilmore did it, it was the most wonderful thing they could imagine. Their arms immediately went to drape around his shoulders and they nuzzled softly into his neck. "I can be as near as you need me to be, my little love," they murmured and dotted kisses along his jaw.
A pair of teacups floated towards them and J'mon pulled away from Gilmore's neck just long enough to cast a side-eye at them. "Not now, you," they said, flipping back to Common just long enough to instruct the Unseen Servant. "You have the worst timing. Shoo." The cups lifted briefly in a movement that was clearly a shrug and then moved to settle the cups down on the table near them. Presumably, it shooed, but that was fine. J'mon had only needed it to hold things for them and the spell was about to end anyhow. At least they'd gotten tea out of the last of its usefulness.
"Now," they turned back to Gilmore. "Where were we? I think you were saying how much you wanted me?"