"Estinien, I am not laying here boneless from the hips down because I didn't enjoy myself." This -- sticky, sweaty, idiot man. Gaius trailed fingers over the sharp plane of Estinien's shoulders, and then thinks to ask: "...were you channeling your aether, during that? I thought it a trick of the light, or my own mind being so around the bed with the feel of you-- but...did you?"