[It hadn't started with either of them aiming to grow feelings out of this. It was something that was supposed to be convenience and nothing more. Something to make sure that Dohalim had an outlet that wasn't drinking so much that he went numb. Red Wine had never meant to grow so fond of the man, never meant to want to spend time with him outside of their liasons, and yet now here they were and he was outright admitting that he had those feelings.]

Tired of your company? [He smiles again, shakes his head again, moves his hands to place them both on Dohalim's hips to draw him gently nearer. It's a testament to how things have developed between them, perhaps, that there is nothing arousing about this... only a warm closeness.]

I don't think that I could ever grow tired of your company, my lord. [The Food Soul tells him affectionately.] If I found you at all tiresome you can be certain that I would have informed you of it already.