[With Urianger making Ithaqua comfortable, Ithaqua in turn takes his hand in between both of his, holding onto it as if his life depended on it. His bravado is slipping away, because he recognizes the gravity in Urianger's words, and he would like to meet that halfway. He bloody loves this man after all, and he wants to show that.]

Then ask your questions of me. [He starts to feel tired now, but resists sleep and rubs his face on Urianger's shoulder to disguise it as affection. Not that there's no affection in the gesture.]

As you said, knowing each other is key to our life together as lovers. I've much to hide, but with you? I willingly unmask myself, literally, metaphorically.