"Should you what, Wyrmblood?" Gaius asks as he marks up the man's neck, happy to make sure Valdeaulin will know that he was here, that he got what he wanted. Though Valdeaulin might take Gaius' life some day, the life he has in his hands now is still his to determine. The life he wanted right this moment, was soaking up Estinien's warmth and taking this scant, blissful comfort.

Gaius has not stopped walking, really -- he's pushing back on his lover with guiding force, not a cruel one, until they're up against the wall on one side of the bed, Gaius pushing his knees between Estinien's powerful thighs. When the dragoon's breeches unlaced, Gaius is happy to find that the surge of arousal has Estinien all but popping out of his smalls-- he pulls those loose, too, and strokes him in hand. "Tell me what you think you should do?"