He ought to be used to Leo saying nice things about him, but it still made his stomach tingle any time he did. Victor wanted that too, despite his trepidation about what it might become, down the road. He hadn't expected to enjoy kissing Christabel as much as he had, and he thought that might lead to problems later on down the line — but he wasn't going to end things now over what might become a problem later. They could cross those bridges when (and if) they came to them.

Victor nudged a little closer to Leo and laid his head down on the other man's stomach, craving more contact as he looked up at him. "Yeah, I don't plan to cut and run yet," he teased with a smile. "It'll change things logistically — might have to cut back on nights like these, at least for a while — but we've got some time to figure that out. It doesn't change the way I feel." Though should it? Maybe. The fact that Leo hadn't kicked him out of bed meant he was willing to accept Victor baggage and all, but they'd never talked about Christabel before. She wasn't an ogre he was chained to, which was the stereotype for men who married and then had affairs; would that matter, in the scheme of things? Would Leo be disappointed if he learned that Victor actually rather liked her?

"Are you going to marry?" he asked.

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