And I am yours. The words burned his ears like unadulterated flame. His? But how? Impossible, and yet somehow he yearned for it to be true. This was madness. A game, surely he was being toyed with. No one who knew the nobility of his family had ever known that Renly enjoyed the company of other men -- and then, an awful thought struck him.
Lord Renly Baratheon, the man had named him. No, his father was the Lord, and he had two older brothers who were more eligible to inherit the title than Renly. Lord. Could it be that this stranger somehow sought after the title, rather than the man? Could he simply be trying to use Renly in order to get to his family? The thought filled his guts with a sinking feeling, something that turned the warmth of the other man's touches to ice.
"Don't..." he whispered hoarsely, but his protest trailed off into thin air. What was he going to say? Don't call me Lord? Don't go? Don't play games? The possibilities were endless, and yet he could only stare in silence.