[ That gets a warm laugh from Balthier. He wriggles around to kiss David's temple. ]

You, sir, are the only person I will voluntarily get knocked on my ass for. In public no less.

I will have you yell at me for siphoning the worst of it on our way home and then soak us both in a hot bath and kiss all of you better. But not so better you don't sleep hard against me and not want to leave the bed in the morning.

[ He hums, pleased, at the offer of gifts, at the thought of being wrapped up in things David has picked for him. ]

You're going to spoil me rotten.