"What about my legs?" Albel faltered, staring at Yuri again. Just what was the other man getting at? Picking him up, touching him places, speaking of his body... Perhaps it was just his fever-addled brain, but Albel's mind was racing to dark places. There hadn't even been mention of a "date," so none of this could be proper courting.

He wasn't sure what to make of Yuri, and he was really uncertain of what to do next.

"You..." Albel pushed him lightly and managed a few more steps forward. "Don't be perverse."