"I-I am granting you the right to relieve me from my virginity, Damien. You should be honored!"
"Wow, I'm so honored I think I'll pass," Damien replied with a deadpan expression.
"What?"
Elyon's defiant pose faltered as his face fell. For a moment, it looked like his eyes might even tear up.
"Just kidding. I'll help you out, don't worry," Damien assured him with a grin.
Elyon didn't seem angry at the joke—instead, he just looked relieved. Apparently, losing his virginity really mattered to this 600-year-old elf.
...
Damien decided it was probably time to ease up on the teasing. He had a debt to settle, after all. He gestured for Elyon to sit down, and the two of them arranged themselves so that Elyon sat in front of him on the bed. Given Elyon's slight frame, he fit perfectly in the space between Damien's legs, with his back resting against Damien's chest.