He sits back, panting quietly, yanking clothing from his body. Baring him to his hot gaze.

"Why? Why make me do such things in order to be treated remotely as I should be? Welcomed by the man who says he wishes to wed me in his own way?"

Ruin unlaces his shirt, but does not remove it. His tatto would then be noticed. But he does shed his trousers, hard and ready as he presses against Gorlim. Warm-cool skin against Gorlim's as he kisses him again, then kisses his neck, no longer caring about the voiced discomfort his lover had of feeling vulnerable.