The change in position makes Ulysse's breath catch as he feels Rook's gradually softening cock shift in him, but he settles over the mage's front, crossing his arms over the tanned chest, propping his chin on his wrists as he stares down at Rook's face. He doesn't answer immediately, turning the thought over in his head, assessing how he feels in regards to 'belonging' to someone, and having that same someone belong to him in turn.

"... Not as much as I feel it should," he finally answers. "But... it's not as though we're owning each other, so that might be why it's not as uncomfortable as I thought it would be."