He's very easy to manhandle, as it were, given he hasn't been able to ever really fill out from the way he was all those years ago at nineteen. He licks his lips as he watches Pan eat the marshmallow, eyes on the god's fingers as they reach towards him.

Without batting an eye he takes one digit into his mouth, sucking gently and sliding his teeth against the smooth skin to get the sticky sweet residue off, very aware of just how obscene it looks, and very uncaring.

"Would I ever not?" he asks, a little breathless as he lets the fingertip slide off his lips, now wet and glistening in the firelight. "I will not run away, Pan. You do not have to seduce me."