There are some who would argue that flattery doesn't, but I'll concede the point.

[Dohalim glances down at their hands for a moment, his thumb rubbing gentle circles along Red Wine's skin. perhaps it's the endorphin rush finally starting to settle, or maybe it's something more (as he vehemently refuses to believe that actual feelings are involved here), but he feels truly content to lie here with the man.

leaning in, he presses a soft kiss against Red Wine's collarbone, smiling against the pale skin, before peeking back up at him, his own eyes starting to melt into the same deep red as Red Wine's]

As for my words, years of practice and careful meticulousness when it comes to pleasing the people is par for the course for my former station. However-- [he kisses his collarbone again] --What I'm saying is the truth, whether it's flattery or not.

[there's a certain fondness in his voice, soft, and affectionate]