That's right - Lilia wasn't going to change his mind, no matter how much Malleus might squirm or complain or demand that he give him space. His arm is comfortable where it's at now, fingers playing with the fabric of Malleus' shirt, tracing the fabric along his waist. His touch is gentle, yet careless of how Malleus might be feeling from earlier's events.

His leg, too, stays put, and he tucks his heel carefully under Malleus' leg, pressing himself completely against Malleus now. "I could, but…"

"When was the last time I was able to hold you? I've really only ever slept best when I was able to be sure you were safe in my arms, you know." Lilia mentions, as he presses his cheek against Malleus' arm.

"...." Oh, that statement finally processed. "What do you mean it's your duty? To make certain of what?"