[Should he be flattered?]

[He is momentarily distracted by the hand that brushes over his forehead, shifting over to slide hair behind his ear. What a gentle gesture. It burns as he remembers the man's teeth on his ear minutes before. What a contrast. Hot and cold.]

[Why, he doesn't even know what he likes better. Both are good in their own ways. He wonder what Elysium likes. The sun both warms and burns in tandem.]

[He brings up the sea, and Sampo shakes his head. The hand at the other's arm trails down to his elbow, cupping it. Look at how nice and gentle he is, too.]

I think you should. Does the sun being swallowed take away from its splendor? Nah. I think not. Just makes it more special when it comes back out of the sea's clutches. The sea can't do such a thing, y'know?

[He hums, eyelids lowering into a lazy look, though the turquoise of his irises always remains sharp.]

No, you're still a sun. Let me be the sea. I already have the blue hair for it. Already built in, wouldn't you say?

[In some other planet, "Koski" means rapids, whitewater. Maybe the water metaphor is more on point than even known.]