She agreed, a soft rumble building in her chest as she leaned more heavily on him. Lovett was more than happy to take that weight, share in the intimacy he knew should never be his. He was a greedy thing, a homewrecker, and yet, he found he could not stop himself. After all, it did not seem like Altair minded, or he would have put an end to this by now. Briar was a force to be reckoned with, he supposed, but it was not his place to question the relationships of his Zenith, or his Queen. His position was to accept whatever he was given, and to act grateful even if he wasn't. The consort of a consort... what a fitting title for such a lustful beast such as himself?

He remained against her, continuing to nibble and kiss at whatever parts of her he could reach, ear pressed against her to envelop himself in that lovely rumble. Lovett hummed an affirmative, freeing his mouth to speak, Of course, ma Reine. He sighed, ever the picture-perfect image of content, no matter his true feelings. In this case, it was true, which only helped his case. I'd be happy to do anything as long as it was by your side. Even if he could only catch glimpses of her, and snatch chaste touches where no one else could see... he was a resilient beast, and had gotten quite skilled at making things work in his favour.

//ma reine = my queen