While he doesn't feel infinite, he does feel warm and welcomed, held here under Balthier's weight, under the length of his body, and in the heat of his arms. And again those lips. Those sinfully soft and beautifully demanding lips. Those matter, and he wants nothing more to enjoy tangling with them.

It's probably not his fault if his hand on Balthier's back instead slides back to cup Balthier's ass, right? Not his fault at all.