Kusuriyuri nodded slightly. "So it would seem," he said, as softly as Kurama had spoken. "All has been to prepare this one for his love." He closed his eyes and listened, leaning his forehead against Kurama's. In the distance, to his senses, he could hear the plants around them rejoicing, crooning their own encouragement. Closer, he could still feel the tea Kurama had given him flowing through his body, warming him, freeing him enough to express what he normally would have been slightly reticent about, though more from socialization than that he didn't feel them. "Make love to me," he whispered, color flooding his face at the directness of the reequest.