It's difficult to get himself to calm down too, now, but Lilia had more experience with it. More ability to force himself to ignore it, to push past the embarrassment. With a small nod against Malleus, he finally relents.

As he pulls back, he gasps slightly at the feeling of their obvious arousals pressing against each other, rubbing against each other in his squirming to pull back, his face heating up a bit now. No, push that feeling down, ignore it. Malleus didn't want anything to do with that and he'd made himself clear.

Pushing the chair back a bit from the desk, Lilia gets up, leaning up against the desk and shifting his arms back down in front of him.

"Yes-- of course. That's perfectly reasonable."

Now, Malleus knew, didn't he? Lilia turns his own gaze away, tilting his head up as he focuses his gaze towards a blank spot on a nearby wall. Seven, if he didn't notice from the way he pulled back, he'd certainly notice from the way his hands rest in front of himself, the flush to his face, wouldn't he?

Bringing one hand up to his face, Lilia breathes out a heavy sigh against the back of his hand, trying to settle his heart, his mind.

"... perhaps that is for the best..."