[ He absolutely would be fine! But he also hates the thought of being apart from Gnosis for more than a week or two, so he doesn't like to think about that regardless. Instead, he brushes a thumb over Gnosis' cheek finally, appreciating that smug little smirk and that pretty glint in his eye. Sigh. He loves this bird so much— ]

For you, perhaps… [ Unsurprising he would ask for such. ] Surprised you lasted this long without something in your mouth, honestly.

[ Enciodes does roll off of Gnosis here to sit at the edge of their bed, so he can somewhat slowly work un unbuttoning his top. ] You know, I know I asked what you want, but you could say please.