His heart pounds, the beat of it tight all the way to his throat, and his skin buzzing down to the tips of his toes. Sometimes, the physical response requires no conscious thought; Ishiah's body warms until it's just that much higher than Robin's own, just enough so that Ishiah can be responsible for that fleeting moment for keeping Robin enveloped in soft, constant heat.

But even as his body runs hot, the thought coursing through his mind are clinical in their precision. Carefully, Ishiah pushes forward just enough to put distance between his back and the couch, his wings unfurling as he nuzzles against the space between Robin's nose and his cheek, pursing his lips to brush against skin.

"Yes," he murmurs. "Consider this my offer. Although I will most likely continue paying rent on the other apartment for one, two months. Just in case we change our minds."