[ Wriothesley's cute when he's a lazy, fond dog about the proceedings, sunk completely unto his pillow and too heavy to move. The traveler can't help but laugh as he hears the man's body click and crack under the firm pressure of his hands; he knows full well that he's probably loosening joints and tendons that haven't been loosened in well over twelve years, and while there's a weight to that knowledge, Aether relishes it, too. He likes knowing that he's one of the only people — perhaps the only person, ever and always — who will get to touch the Duke like this.

...Those cute little doggie noises he makes are really irresistible, too. ]

Then don't get up. [ Thumbs working magic right into his shoulders, down his spine and through each vertebra. ] You can just stay here like this and let me take care of you.

[ Fortunately, Aether knows just the thing that might spark energy back into Wriothesley's tired body again. He brushes a lock of grey-black hair away from Wriothesley's ear (his real human ear, not the fake dog ear) and leans in, whispering low and sweet into the warm shell of Wriothesley's eardrum: ]

I'll even roll you over and ride you 'til you're spent.