"Clearly you can." His voice is low, heated. He's never had someone start a mark on him before. He's never had someone want to and this is so many firsts right here, already. The amount of emotion tied into this makes him a little jumpy, a little tense, but he breathes, working through it. This isn't a trick or a joke, and Nathaniel can never be made Tranquil, has every right to defend himself, has every ability to defend himself.

Anders keeps one hand on the back of Nate's head, playing with his hair, encouraging everything the archer is doing while assuring himself that this is real. Nate's real. His other hand follows the curve of Nate's neck and shoulder, feeling what he cannot see at this moment, starting to memorize it.

"You are breathtaking."