One didn't get Myr's reputation in a Circle by being a paragon of virtue and rule-following self-restraint. Fear of transfer kept him discreet but not chaste; a keen awareness of the Maker's disappointment led him to confession but never away from temptation in the moment.

It's an awful irony that the two of them together are better at it than either of them ever was alone. (Isn't that what love is for?)

Fear of another sort lodges briefly in his throat when that silence stretches out; from nearly the day they've met he's edged on the wrong side of propriety with Simon--and this time it might have been a little too far for both their sakes. This time, surely, he's said something that requires a reconsideration and return to proper decorum--

Or not. He breathes out in a laugh, half-relieved. "Maker as my witness, I tried to get an accurate description. How'm I to do that when the best expert on the subject won't talk?" The words are teasing but gently so.

"But maybe it is a blessing I've nothing to distract me from your voice. It would be a shame to miss a word."

Even if his own fantasies have played the role of that distraction often enough, but let it stand-- He ought not be entertaining them anyway.