[Reluctant though he is to lose the pressure of Joshua's hand, he finds that it's more than welcome against his face. What little tension had formed in the process of his speech quickly settles as well, eased away by that gentleness. He glances up at the man through the fan of his lashes, still as stricken as ever by Joshua's presence.]

Part of me wishes to say that I do not deserve you. [He turns his head to kiss Joshua's palm, before offering a crooked grin.] But I know that were I to truly mean it, you would scold me for hours.

[Once more, he closes his eyes, relaxing in their embrace. His arms shift, draping instead across Joshua's shoulders. It's a loose grip, one that can easily be shifted away from, even if Dion hopes to Greagor herself that he'll stay.]