[He feels heat settle along his cheeks, practically dizzied by the compliment. Daniel has always sought approval -- from his father, from his peers, from his mentors. Combined with the lust thrumming in his veins, it's a wonder he doesn't throw himself against the troll then and there.]

Where are you taking me?

[His throat is sand, and so he swallows again, fidgeting with his lower hands as he keeps his upper hands tightly affixed to the bouquet. With great effort, he relaxes his grip with one hand and takes Eridanus' hand.

He clears his throat again.]

Forgive me. I'm quite nervous. L-Like I said in my letters, I wasn't sure what I might do if I saw you again. I've never sought comfort in a man.