"Well maybe. Depends on your definition of perfection," Julian chuckled. At first he thought he'd made a simple mistake with the kiss, and he tried to brush it off. But then his neck was being touched and he realized he had meant to do all of it. It felt different. Not bad at all, but he wasn't quite sure what he felt about it. "Huh? Me?" he whispered, blushing as he tilted his head to the side a bit as he was caught in an odd struggle between wanting space and wanting to let him do what he was doing.
Why was he doing this? Why did it even matter? It felt amazing and he just could not deny it nor deny himself the affection he'd been craving so desperately. Of all selfishness right now, he thought he definitely deserved the attention, even if it was from someone who was practically a stranger.
He was very tense, but he let him roll them over. Somehow, he felt even more vulnerable as he looked up at Artorius than when he'd been looking down. There was no hiding his nervous fidgeting and the dark color in his cheeks, but he allowed it. "It was just fine before," he told him honestly, not wanting him to think he hadn't been doing enough. "This is better than most would give, Artorius. No need to trouble yourself when you've been so kind. I appreciate what you're doing, really."