[Lucien just stares at the King's beauty, lips slightly parted, head leaning into his touch.]

If our courts come into conflict- and they are in conflict, if you've t-taken me- [He stammers and loses his train of thought as his ear twitches under the king's lips. Lucien has to admit that he wants to give in, to agree but...]

What w-would you have of me? A truth or a lie?
[His voice is desperate, strained. Narciso can feel the swollen lines of the slashes across Lucien's back through his shirt, and even though his touch is soft, the high fae's body instantly reacts and he lets out a whimper. Just like that, the last of his will finally breaks. He nuzzles into the man's neck, breathing deep the scent of flowers.]

I'll give you the truth if you ask... [he'll give the King almost anything he asks for] but i think you'll like the lie more.