"..." for a moment, Olivine is quiet, working through what he wants to say and how. In some ways he understands completely—Dante isn't unlike him, when it comes to clumsily working through what he's trying to understand. It's just that, unlike him, the taller man hasn't researched every sex-related thing he could find. "In that case..."

Murmuring the words, Olivine shifts his weight more intentionally, actually making some effort to grind himself on Dante's cock. If he needs a little more clarity... well, he can help with that. "Why not test just how much "training" I can take? There is no need for ire to want to wear someone out, either... though if it would help, I will try to earn it."

He's much more forthcoming than Eiden, for the most part, but the grand sorcerer's influence can definitely still be seen in Olivine's displays of confidence. Certainly in the way his hands slide up around the Sun Lord's shoulders, muscles flexing to tug him forward as the priest lies back a little. Sorry not sorry about the sudden vice grip on your dick, Dante.