The journey from stairs to altar is a well trodden path that he doesn't seem to struggle with, even if he's fully supporting Gortash's weight at intervals. Whatever confusion seems to be saddling his gift's mind, he isn't racing to clear up. Instead he uses the man's halting disbelief to push him to the altar, bending him over it frontways and face down this time, hinged at the hip and vulnerable.

"Are you going to behave, initiate?" He asks as he leans over the smaller man and, if there's a hint of desire thick against the clothed backside of his toy, that's only half the plans he has for later.

There's a threat he isn't burying at all in there, open and on the surface, and he's more than willing -eager, even - to dole out punishment.

"Or should I nail you to the altar to keep you from taking flight again so that we may finish?"