[ There it is - the shift that Narciso has been waiting, has always delighted in seeing. The joy he feels is palpable in his expression as he all but cups Clint's cheek, thumb affectionately caressing soft skin. Subtly taking his charm a notch higher so he's assured that this man will never be able to escape his grasp, Narciso slowly leans in, brushes his lips against the shell of Clint's ear, all the while fueling his mind and senses with images of springtime, of bloom, of serenity. ]

That sounds lovely. [ His voice is but a whisper, a murmur thrown into the spring wind. ] But perhaps, you want to be cherished by your King? [ The charm intensifies a bit after his question, his magic cementing itself within Clint's consciousness. ]

I do want to take care of you all. [ The smile in his voice is clear, as do the soft brushes of lips against Clint's skin. ] Especially you. Would you like that, my dear?