Oh, much.

[He breathed the word, the heat of it close to her skin as he crowded her, not daring to - to initiate, but keeping contact between them, making himself as available and inviting as he can. He doesn't feel at his most appealing, still beaded with sweat from his workout, but - he had noticed that she didn't seem to mind.]

I am yours, my priestess. Here, or anywhere, and always.