[if it were any other time, any other context, being called by his lordship would be something Dohalim would reject and brush away, not wanting to be reminded of who he was and his past failures and transgressions. however, it coming from Red Wine, someone who'd won his affection, it does warm him up ever so slightly, for some reason, so he doesn't correct him. perhaps it's the playfulness in his voice.

there's a small smile hidden in those kisses as Dohalim kisses Red Wine back; he does like these moments as they both settle and calm down, with the small signs of affection traded between the both of them. he just feels so normal and carefree...]

How shall I flatter you more, then?

[shifting up onto his elbow, he uses his free hand to pin the other man down in bed as he leans up over him, before peppering his face with light kisses. he's feeling particularly affectionate today]

Shall I wax poetic about every part of you? Of your beauty and grace? Or shall I praise your skills in bed, and how little you could do to me before I melt under your fingers?

[as he speaks, and if Red Wine is paying attention, the very tips of Dohalim's hair darken ever so slightly; something that he, himself, hasn't caught just yet]