[ Perhaps it would be strange for him to say that he needs that direction, that push to take action, but he believes that to be true. His worries and doubts are many, and more often than not, they keep him from acting when he should. He stays still when he should move and remains silent when he ought to speak. But even then, he knows he needs to take responsibility for himself rather than relying upon others in such ways.

Still, when her tone slips into that most alluring one, he all but snaps to attention. ] Give me an order, or direction, and I will do my best to see it done.

[ He may be a lord, but he considers himself to be lower than others in his own eyes and in the eyes of society. For just a moment, his eyes slide closed when she ghosts her lips across his, and they remain that way until he answers: ]

What do I wish? I wish... I wish to love you as much as I am able.

[ And only once he has finished speaking those words does he lean in to press a deeper kiss to her lips. ]