The warmth of Aaravos' body is comforting to you as you lay in bed next to him, cuddling him eagerly after having a long day as he whispers sweet nothings to you. His arms are gently wrapped around you, holding you softly like you’re the most precious thing in the world. You practically are to him, you are his lover after all.

He’s slightly tense but you know it’s just due to his lack of touch for hundreds of years because of being trapped in his mirror prison. All this touching is new to him again. He’s glad that he can teleport you in and out of his prison, even if he can’t teleport himself with the restrictions the mirror has put on his magic.

"You’re very affectionate today, my dear." Aaravos chuckles softly, his deep and smooth voice rumbling in his chest where your head rests on it. The fondness in his voice is clear and it makes your heart melt with love.