How to escape death.

Kaelith's eyes were fixed on Leonhardt as he lay on the bed beside him. After a long, drawn-out sigh, Kaelith shifted into a similar position, lying down just as Leonhardt had. He propped himself up on one elbow and rested his head in his palm, his gaze never straying from Leonhardt's face. He licked his lips, then said softly, "Definitely."

"Good," Leonhardt replied, his tone light but eager. "And what's your answer?"

"Hm… honestly, you're good and amazing. I don't have any problem being with you, as long as you understand me," Kaelith replied earnestly.

"Yes, about that, you should tell me everything, so I can understand."

"What exactly do you want to know about me?" Kaelith asked with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.