Dimitri hardly finds any of this amusing at all. Certainly it is not the correct word. Rather, as his nose brushes along Byleth's knee, all he can think of is how he is fortunate that this... this, at least, is something he can truly give to his lover.

Even if it is very embarrassing that he is finishing up a birthday gift with making love, but that might actually be normal, he thinks?

More of his confidence can be found in the way that he takes Byleth into his arms, carrying him exactly as one would in all those rather raunchy bodice rippers that Byleth may be aware of - the tried and true bridal style. As Dimitri begins to cart him off, he presses his face against that damp hair which smells now of the sea.

"Being able to carry you like this, in these circumstances... I prefer them far more, Byleth."