Oh, Llewellyn could certainly see it. A small, distracted expression on his face as he considered the idea… A pleased hum escaped. He liked what he could imagine, certainly. His husband wrapped in sheets of green, sleep tousled and comfortable and- well, damn, he was going to get too distracted if he let his mind wander further.

So he rolled on his side, fingers still tangled in Rhy’s as he considered his answer. “Who am I to deny something you want, my love?” He commented playfully, grinning lightly. “And I confess, I think I’d rather like to see that… My beloved husband tangled in sheets of my favourite shade? Like a lovely bloom in a field of green in the spring? Beautiful.”