Barcus might die seeing his eyes when the sunlight hit them just right — like pools of honey, hinted with gold. Alas, the lighting in the workshop may have been good, but not nearly good enough to make that wonder happen.

"I have said it before — it is good I am here." He murmured affectionately while his thumbs moved up along Barcus's palm. "Tell me if the pain is too much." Because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt him. Then, to finish his previous thought: "I am prone to overworking as well, but I have a habit of noticing it in others moreso — and I cannot leave anyone to potentially harm themselves just for a few more minutes of work."

He smiled. "Well, I am not opposed." He hardly imagined Viktor would be.