Which one of us begged me not to stop the week before?

[Did he just pant out an imitation in the middle of his retort?

Yes. Yes he did.]

I might be a thinly veiled desire demon, but even I'm a slave to the untethered sound of your passion, amatus.

[And, considering he's still loitering behind Leto (his voice gone rough with wicked pride), that makes this next part easy:]

Now come here.

[Striking with fluid ease and deftly applied strength when he sweeps one surly local elf high into his arms— absolute princess carry all up in.] Without boots those feet of yours must be aching by now— and unlike you, I've got more than enough chivalry to spare.

Besides, we can't wait all year for you to grow a sense of direction.