[Greagor, they are close aren't they? He considers leaning back, but no. He shouldn't shy away in a moment like this. He meets Joshua's eyes, his own half-lidded and filled with a fondness he hasn't so boldly let himself entertain. He swallows once, trying to quell the pounding he feels in his very mouth, but fails miserably.]

Ah, well... I suppose it isn't much of a question, but a declaration. Or perhaps an offer? I know not the words to describe it, only how I feel.

[He tries to calm himself by drawing in a breath, but his words slip out quickly all the same.]

You are so bright, and warm. You are beautiful, and kind. You have listened to my greatest needs and pleas and met them with such grace. Anyone would be lucky to stand at your side as a friend, and yet I find myself greedy enough to ask for more. To be not your shield, but your lance. The one you may turn to in your darkest moments and find support.

I - [Another inhale, as he reaches into a pocket. He pulls out the silvery ear cuff, its color and luster a match to Dion's armor. It's tucked away in his inn at the moment, but the next time Dion chooses to wear it, Joshua will find some of its more elaborate ornamentation has been plucked away.] - Wish to ask you to be mine, selfish though it may be. Swift though my actions are. I know we have not had but a few weeks, perhaps a month in the grand scheme of it all, but I know my heart. And I know it yet yearns for you.