You can always tell when Askr's eyes linger. He doesn't exactly hide it either. If you manage to catch him staring at you from across the room; adoration clouding his gaze. He'll simply grin at you. If you question him, he'll always say something along this lines of you being "as radiant as the day he met you," and as such he can't help but stare. And if he manages to get you alone he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you. He'd keep you alone by his side all day if he could.

"I'd keep you with me for an eternity if I thought I'd get away with it." If the earnesty in his voice wasn't enough to convince you of his sincerity, his actions most certainly were. His eyes linger on your form, but his hands are always grasping for your flesh. "You're perfect." He utters, he may be a god but his love for you lingers on worship. Always seemingly in awe when peeling back the layers of your robes, declarations of your beauty leaving his lips.

He finds it hard to control himself. When you're sprawled out bare at his mercy. But he still manages to craddle your face in his his hands, stroking his thumbs in circular motions on your cheeks. "Let me have you, please." He already has you. He could very well do whatever he likes with you in this position. He knows that, as do you. But he wants to hear you say it.