*Malba's smile really couldn't be much brighter as he takes in every reaction--every positive reaction to his attention, to his words. Best of all, beyond the shivers and hitching of breath--which are fucking amazing alone--is Zelos' belief. It warms Malba to the core.*
Good... good, Zelos. *he whispers, his hand drawing up, caressing gently at the side of his lover's head resting against his own.*