[Somehow, the humilation gets turned back on Luca. He leans back, warmth flushing down his face and over the column of his throat. He clears it once, trying to pretend like he isn't strangely flustered over the idea of simply sharing a bed without any other physical strings.

That's never been him. Or rather, it hasn't been him over the past few years. He was always the one leaving, just as Zahliya had done.]

I... have to admit that the concept is unfamiliar to me. Sharing a bed in that regard. [But...] I can't say I feel dissimilar to you... I feel quite at ease with your presence as well.