Aiako gave a light smile. "I understand completely..." he said as he kissed the others cheek.

Michael smiled, glad that he wasn't upsetting the other. He carried him in, not putting the toher down til they'd gotten back to the bed. He curled himself around the other, loving how small and tiny he was. He fit against Michael so well.

Aiako ran a hand over the others chest. "You know...I'm happy here.." he said in a light tone as he was held against Micheal, having returned to the bed.

"I'm glad." he replied, pulling the other a little closer to him. "But, if I may ask, what exactly makes you so happy?" he questioned, a bit of doubt clouding his mind. Aiako was a god, he'd been with gods, how could a mortal like him ever compare?

Aiako placed a hand onto the others chest. Feeling his heart beat. "what makes me so happy? I'm not sure...gods don't normally feel much compassion...Lower gods like myself that don't really have much powers get pushed around...used. I guess I like that you don't see me as an object..well for the most part." he said.

"For the most part?" Michael repeated, confused. "What makes you think I see you as an object at all?" he questioned, a hand pressing over the one on his chest, twining their fingers together.

Aiako glanced up at the other. "I am you're model." he pointed out.

"Yes, and I try with every brush stroke to capture everything you give off in appearance alone. Your emotions, your moods, your sense of self." he explained, trying to keep himself calm. Art really excited him, that was all. "I don't just see you as another object to re-create the image of, I see someone beautiful that I'm just trying to share with everyone else." he said, hoping that would go over well with the other.

Aiako blinked a few times. "Oh...well Okay..I'm fine with that...as long as You don't really give me to someone else." he said pleased. "maybe...we can have a picture just for us though? one with me in a way that I only want you to see?" he asked.

Michael paused at that, feeling a flush creep up the back of his neck. "I... may already have that picture..." he said, hoping the other didn't get overly mad at him. He reached over, picking up the little camera to show the other.