"I'll take it," he says, because beautiful inside is pretty good if you ask him. Besides, ducklings are cute to him -- even the ugly ones.

"You don't have to stay," he adds more softly, "normally I'd offer to cook but..." but, well. He gestures slightly with their linked heads, half-indicating the bruises. "But I could order us something in? We could watch a film if you like."

Netflix and chill. Only since it's Lancelot he didn't really intend it as anything other than innocent. Not that he'd say no to some comfort, but he'd be just as content with a cuddle -- he's that kind of person.