[ Percival likely doesn't know just how much those words affect him, how much they make his chest feel warm with affection. Percival is one of the few people who has always accepted him wholly, no matter how many others questioned his methods or called him a monster.

Even when he'd thought him a murderer, Percival's forgiveness had come swiftly and laced with the typical layer of hidden empathy he always had.

His loyalty was unprecedented. The thought makes Siegfried lean down to kiss his jaw.

He isn't ready for this conversation. Not when his night is looking so lovely and positive and filled with resolving years of hidden desire. ]

Is that so? Will you still bed me when my transformation is complete, then? I think we might need a much bigger bed... I doubt I would even fit in this apartment.

[ He's joking, to deflect, because he can't even fathom the actual reality of that happening. He'd sooner disappear into the wilderness to keep others safe than entertain such an idea.

He shakes his head, sighing as he feels those fingers roam again. ]

Thank you, Percival. It'll be alright.

[ It has to be. He continues his journey southward, because there's nothing more he wants to do than to forget his impending doom within the soft caress of Percival's hips, to lose himself in creamy thighs. ]