He gives Dimitri a fond look, knowing full well he's going to have to elaborate. Pressing his palm to Dimitri's cheek and smiling at him warmly.

"No, I want to make love with you." In no uncertain terms, thankfully, Byleth is not someone to gloss over things too often. He knows and says exactly what he wants. "If you are not too tired or uncomfortable with the prospect of course. We could... do it here- or we could go home and light a nice fire to lay together in front of."

Despite the man's inexperience, Byleth has always found himself utterly desiring of the idea of it. Imperfection and all. He's had plenty of sex in his life, enough to have had good and bad experiences, and having those color his perception. This however, he finds, doesn't matter in the outcome. It's not about the pleasure, but simply the act.