[ Very light, both from his skinny frame and his fragile bones; seventy pounds at most, and probably closer to sixty. But oh so appreciative, yes, even laughing a bit more as Gregor just kind of manhandles him on the bed. Also good. He lets a hand trail down Gregor's neck to the front of his shirt; he'd rather like to undo those buttons with his teeth. ]
Oh, god. Please tell me we could elope instead. [ He is more than happy to keep it light. Cavilo is in the back of his mind too, and god forbid Gregor have even the hint of a thought that Miles might want this for power. Perish the thought. Power would be a thing barring him from wanting - this. ]
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Oh, god. Please tell me we could elope instead. [ He is more than happy to keep it light. Cavilo is in the back of his mind too, and god forbid Gregor have even the hint of a thought that Miles might want this for power. Perish the thought. Power would be a thing barring him from wanting - this. ]