The kiss is sweet, tender... he can feel himself warming again. It's unfamiliar, given that he runs a bit cool, but it's not... unwelcome.

"'Tis not as if there doth be much here to busy mineself with. Not even a tome to read..." It's boring. There's not even a lot of things he can fight, and he can only whack a tree so many times before he gets irritated that it's not fighting back. "But I wouldst protect thee, should the situation call for it."

Bound to him? He huffs in amusement and presses a kiss to the other's forehead. "I doth not feel bound to thee, only by mine feelings." He curls up next to Sunday, leaning into him. He'd hold him from behind but he doesn't want to cage the other's wings.

"I wilt not go on mine own either, even if that doth be what I hath become accustomed to. You shalt have no cause to worry." ... He hopes, at least.