[Elise had never been much for physical affection, including after sex or even when they slept in the same bed. For a moment, Daan is still when he's pulled close, mostly out of being bewildered before he immediately figures out how much he does like it. He loops his arm loosely around Vergilius' waist and presses himself up against him, as if contact alone could fill a void in him.]

Well, who knew how good you'd be at making me laugh.

[His voice gets softer.] You're sweeter than you let on. I... understand why, all things considered. So I'm happy to keep it my secret.