Sol shouldn’t smirk, and he knew that. He also shouldn’t be letting his eyes travel over Ky’s body to look at the position, the opportunity to actually appreciate the man. They’d slept together a couple of times, sure, but Sol knew that extended gazing wasn’t in the picture. That was still true now, so other than a swallow as he carefully refocused his eyes on Ky’s face — even if they kept dropping to the collar when he let his control slip — there was just that half smirk.

Still, he could be all business and that was what the situation called for. Times like this it would be useful to have that belief power, or a better sword for delicate work than what he was carrying.

“Hold still,” he instructed, moving to behind Ky so he could try to work on the collar and bindings near his hands, not near his neck. If there was an adverse reaction, he wanted to minimize damage and maximize his available reaction time. He lifted his hand, focusing on control for a targeted flame, and at least that concentrated his mind away from the fact he was standing behind Ky’s entirely naked body.