[That's the thing: at first Albedo doesn't stop him. The faint, almost faraway thought rationalizing it is he believes he won't be hurt without provocation. The sparks of sensation dotting along his throat are also distracting. More so than he would've thought. Is this a zone with heightened sensitivity, perhaps? It's something to revisit later lest he get irrevocably lost in it now.

If it keeps up the likelihood that he'll have somewhat of an embarrassing reaction increases exponentially. Face unexpectedly hot; he clears his throat of the soft, barely audible sounds he's been making.]

Aether.

[and that's a stern tone now. Before Aether can bite any harder Albedo tries to press his hand in as a barrier. In effect to create a make shift muzzle with his hand. He intends to curl his fingers to all but grab the other blonde by the mouth if he can.]

I know that you're able to hold a conversation right now. You must also be able to have something resembling a rational thought, no?