To hear Leo talking about it from the same sort of perspective Victor had approached the matter with was something of a relief. Victor still wasn't eager to go through all the gory details of his relationship with Miss Dempsey, so to speak, but it did boost his confidence that if details about it did come out later, maybe Leo wouldn't feel entirely betrayed. He was planning to marry, too; he was looking for someone he liked. That meant he probably assumed the same of Victor, didn't it? Or at least he wouldn't be utterly shocked to discover that was the case. Victor ran the fingertips of one hand up Leo's arm absently as he turned the matter over in his mind.

"I wouldn't mind if you married," he said, then flushed slightly. "Well, obviously. That would make me quite a hypocrite, wouldn't it? But — you know what I mean." He'd felt the need to clarify, but now he wondered if by doing so he'd pushed things too far in the opposite direction. Did it sound like he was eager for Leo to start courting someone now? He hadn't meant to imply that he wanted his lover to find a wife, and now he worried he'd made it sound as though he didn't care much about this relationship — as though he thought it ought to be secondary for both of them.

"But I do like having your attention all to myself," he blurted out, shifting so that he could prop himself up a little higher and trying to regain some dignity. "I didn't mean to imply I wouldn't mind, you know, of course I would — notice, and care, I just wouldn't be — offended, or anything."

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