The shorter man finds himself chuckling quietly at that statement, goosebumps lightly prickling over his skin in wake of that mouth running along his shoulder. He really should step back and take off his boots so he can get rid of the tight trousers, but that would mean stepping away from Rook... and that seems unfair.

Instead, he sighs with quiet pleasure and turns his head, lightly drawing his teeth along the edge of Rook's ear before settling at his earlobe, tugging on the soft flesh lightly and then nuzzling the mage's cheek and jaw, much like a cat rubbing its face over its owner's. Now that both arms are free, they loop around Rook's shoulders to pull him close again, the red-stained lips seeking his out for a long, lingering kiss.

This is... distinctly different to their previous encounters.

Ulysse can't say he's annoyed by it.