Gaius is equally silent in his contemplation, before he considers; he will lay abed with a savage, feel him surge and move, work to give him pleasure and teach him to take it, to make it, to enjoy it -- if such things can truly be taught. A savage. An aether-huffing Eorzean with the blood of dragons in his veins.

It's monstrous. Or it should be, to Gaius van Baelsar. But he is just Gaius Baelsar, lost and adrift, an so he answers: "If you lay with me, Gae Bolg lays with Heirsbane. Agree that we need no weapons here, and I will teach you."

Better him than someone who could use the naievete of the Azure Dragoon against him. Better him than Valdeaulin.