Good. I intend to do this right--there won't be secrets between us.
After all, what kind of master can trust a servant when that servant can't trust their master? What kind of master deserves a servant at all, if they can't judge themselves at least as an equal?
[Kisame grins in return, tipping Kaworu's chin up and leaning in towards him again. He doesn't stop this time, doesn't even bring them nose to nose--just dips his head to press his lips against Kaworu's jugular, to feel the pulse of his blood and kiss and suck to raise a mark. He could probably easily tear through such fragile skin in an instant with his teeth, could leave him bleeding out in minutes, whether that would be fatal to someone like Kaworu or not.....]
[But as he had said before, trust was something fundamental in a relationship like this. And for all his morality, for all his rational approach to this--there was a certain raw edge to any bond he intended to be very close, a possessive, protective ferocity that wrapped around the people he felt were important to him. They were his, and they belonged by his side, whoever actually held their hearts. They could keep their free will, but that allegiance--that sense of belonging--, that would always have to remain.]