Ephram met Nero's lurid gaze with one of his own. However their personalities might clash, this, this was...he didn't have a word. Not when so much blood had diverted from his brain. He took a long moment to peruse the Commodore's nudity in the low lamplight. Long, lean, and powerful even now. Muscled appropriately from years of sailing and swordsmanship. Ephram looked forward to any reciprocation which might be demanded of him.

Sliding a hand up that smooth, hot back, Ephram murmured, "Does Her Royal Highness personally inspect each of her soldiers?" He gripped Nero's erection once more. "To be certain that they measure up to her expectations?" His chest flush against Nero's back again, he squeezed slowly while licking at that strong column of neck.

In short measure, Ephram made use of the contents of his small vial and slid one finger inside Nero. Nudging aside dark hair, he bit the nape of Nero's neck, imagining the faint taste of copper.