Every word is as eloquent as he's come to expect from Enver, especially when they're outside the realms of the type of carnal lust they engage in together. Hardly surprising given what he's learned about the man, even before they took a step to deepen their alliance in a way that had been less expected, and yet still of value. It's an uncomfortable feeling to realise how violently perspectives can shift from one moment to the next. The deeply unsettling feeling at keeping the true plan to himself, of feeling the guilt at allowing Enver to continue referring to it as if he understands what it truly is.

That in itself digs into his chest in a way that does take his breath away. He can feel his grip on reality starting to slip, as though he's in a death spiral, losing his sense of self and inevitably ceasing to exist before he's supposed to. His only anchor is the smaller man keeping hold of him. His vision evaporates into darkness as he closes his eyes, simply rests his forehead against Enver's for a moment before coming to a decision. Damage control. As much of it as he can convincingly muster.

"Yes. I should return to my duties. I-- thank you for reminding me."