[Ragna certainly seems the type to have only stumbled on these feelings recently—possibly at all, let alone with men. Olivine doesn't question it in the least though, finding it just softly charming how he flushes red at the honesty he's given.

And the pace? Well, he'll keep up easily—enough that Ragna's walk can pick up a little more without giving too much away. It's not like he's not also excited in this moment. Especially as the gazebo rises up in front of them, chiming warmly as its door admits the two men past its threshold.]

Oh—I don't think you'll have anything to worry about. [He says it with understanding—and a gentle squeeze of his hand. The nervousness is understandable, after all.] I can do that... though what I like is a fairly broad category. It... might be good to see more of me first before you start to worry.

[that sounds ominous, but at this point he's had so many surprised reactions to all his jewelry... as they step past the door, the priest takes only a quick glance about before his attention is back on the taller man.]

I can comfortably say you needn't hold back for me, though. I do... enjoy when it's rough at least as much as any other time.