"Good, that's good." Jim leans down to brush his lips against Illario's temple. If the man needs to cry then he ought to, for any reason, but Jim's very glad he isn't doing so because of pain. The slower pace is more gentle. Leaves him more room to speak than he might have otherwise had.

"You're so gorgeous and I would do anything to make you feel half as good as you do me." The warden murmurs while he holds Illario so close. Chuckles breathlessly as he's nuzzled against. As those fingers cling around him so lovingly. It's so nice, this.

He shudders happily for the nuzzles. It's a pleasant jolt down his spine. A warmth gathering in his gut.

"Anch'io ti amo." Jim murmurs back.