Fox was silent a moment, then nodded.

"I'm afraid though. John has warned me already, that you wouldn't be happy if you understood the things I will start to crave in time."

He wasn't trying to be vague, it was just embarrassing. Wetting his lips, he pressed a little closer.

"You don't strike me as a man keen to inflict pain. You're a healer. A good man, a good soul. I wouldn't expect you to want that, nor would I want to ask it of you. I like this. I like how we are right now.