[ Although it would be a stretch to describe the experience of being a statue as pleasant, Keita must admit that the way Midnight describes it doesn't sound wholly unpleasant either. Like dreaming for a long time, cognizant of certain moments of company... It's a relief to know that Midnight's time spent in stone on a plinth wasn't abject torture, at the very least. ]

I suppose it's for the best that you couldn't hear the content, [ Keita murmurs with a quiet laugh, his breath warm against the hollow of Midnight's collarbones where his face has come to rest. ] I tried my best to select romances that weren't wholly indecent, but there was only so much I could do.

[ Even the book he'd been holding when Midnight awoke contains a few scenes of particularly steamy intimacy. Keita tilts his head up to press his lips against Midnight's throat, his arms wrapping low around Midnight's bare back and pressing gently to skin. ]

Will you want a bath, first? [ For all that dust. ] I'll speak selfishly as well: I'm not inclined to leave your side for at least as long as you'll have me there.