Fabrice nods. As a Coombs, he is less connected than his wealthier cousins, but he is still a Coombs, nonetheless. Part of him is proud of the fact while the other part of him wants to be more than his name. Regardless, he strives to be supportive of those he cares deeply about, and he's starting to suspect he deeply cares for Demetri.

"Is he the friendliest of you Thornton men?" He asks with a teasing smile, bubbling with the affects of their exchanged words. He gasps when Demetri steps closer and brings their bodies together, close enough so that even air has difficulties flowing between them. Demetri telling him he likes him makes him dizzy.

"I like you too," he says, unable to keep it to himself. He really does like Demetri; he wants to be able to help him, to comfort him when he needs it. He's discovered this just this afternoon and evening, when he first approached him and when he arrived for the scrying spell. He doesn't know where all this is going, but Fabrice does know that he wants it to lead; Demetri emboldens him, makes him want more out of life. It's an intoxicating feeling.

He whimpers when their lips meet; he cannot help himself. He leans in, shivering at Demetri's low noise that runs right through his own body; he thinks he might be melting, as he tightens his hands on the other man's chest. When they part, his own chest is heaving.

"I'm glad," he says, leaning in to kiss him again.