Embroiled in his personal sated utopia, Faelan felt a small flash of triumph at Harry's declaration and the grin of true satisfaction that he gave him. Coupled with the contrast of such an affectionate touch from such strong, masculine hands, Faelan couldn't resist a little sappiness himself as Harry delicately licked his cheek.
"Not as brilliant as you," he said, giving into the desire to gather Harry close and burrow against him. It was truly a shame that Harry was right and he couldn't enjoy a repeat performance in the near future.
"It only took us a year to do this," he mused, tipping his head back to look at Harry with a crooked grin. "So maybe it'll only take another year to do it again."