"When've I ever?" Izzy answers with a purr, tipping his face to give Lucius better access whichever direction he wants to go. He's reactive under the motion, arching up as he tries to press them together as much as possible.

He doesn't need a compliment back, the action is enough. More than plenty for the starving faithful. Fucking hell, he would let Lucius do just about anything in this moment.

Absently, Izzy decides the likes the sound of Lucius' laugh when it isn't directed at his defeat. He'd like to hear it more often. He likes how soft the man's skin is. Likes the weight of him pressing down. Solid and anchoring but just as reactive. The sort of feeling that lingers once it's all over. How dangerous it is to dwell. To commit every touch and kiss and sound to drunken memory.