[He paused in withdrawing from the bed entirely as Richard rolled and he saw his lover's hand lifting towards his face again. He stayed, propped on an elbow and closed his eye as he leaned into the touch even as he lifted his other hand to push his fingers through the longer strands of hair to stop them from falling forward into his face.]

Fine but swinging around your sword in my office could be disruptive.

[Not that he had ever seen Richard do that unless it was against some sort of invader and normally he wouldn't be working during such times. His hand dropped from his hair, stroking his fingers up the middle of Richard's chest.]

Or do you plan on looking over my shoulder for the entire day?