[A firmer, more endearing squeeze, fingers trailing up to his neck and kneading in slow, circular motions. To him, he was paying homage as a Disciple to his Teacher. A softening gaze and he lowered just enough to let his nose press to the other's cranium, whispering into his ear.]

You mustn't think of such things, Your Grace. While there are those who would defame you, I profess my loyalty to you.

I do have a small favor to ask, however.