[Maybe that's the point. Maybe when you let someone in so close, you become like them. Another mask to add to the pile. Here, he's everything Elysium has shown him. The traveler. The one to make others happy. The one to put himself aside when there's a star to follow in the sky.]

[He doesn't need to think of it, either.]

[Elysium's hands encircle him - its funny, to think that someone can trap a slippery little man like himself, but here they are. He settles against him, pleasantly shivering at the brush of fingers against skin, and he smiles in reply, like a mirror, to Elysium's own.]

Well, of course! The customer has to be happy, after all. [He says, in that tongue in cheek way, giving him a squeeze.] But jokes aside, yeah. Of course. The world's our oyster and then some.

[A little smack of a kiss against his neck.]

Pot talking to kettle here, pal. At least, if other people have to say something about my greed. Maybe they're right! Who knows. But...

[Yeah. A little pause, as his breath catches in a little laugh, his fingers tracing up Elysium's spine.]

Not often at all. Really don't remember the last time when. Aren't ya special?