[Paul laughs, low in his throat and with just a faint touch of triumph, his loose hand coming up to the nape of Kaworu's neck, fingers splaying to the curve of the base of his head against the soft, tousled hair there.]

That's just what I'm guessing they must think - but thank you for being so protective of my honor.

[Paul knew what he was saying, guessed at the reaction it would evoke, and it satisfies a certain shade of selfish hunger that's whetted by his thumb rolling slower and slower over Kaworu's ribs, dragging t-shirt fabric in pleasant friction against both of their skin.]

It'll be worth it. You trust me, don't you?