"Love has many...varied expressions, that much I am aware of," if Empress Celene was any indication of how varied those expressions of love could be.

"I...see," Michel was fixated on the floor now, thinking about his positon, he'd done quite a lot to be close to Zevran, out of love for Zevran. The most drastic thing had been allowing the other man to mark him. Shouldn't that have meant something? He wasn't aware that he was idly scratching his chest through his shirt...why that spot? "That settles quite a bit, doesn't it?"