He knows that some fae revel in contact, that some despise the touch of mortals. He'd thought this beautiful creature somewhere in between with how willing he'd seemed to let Gladio remain close, how caring he'd let himself appear. Surely part of it was for show, he wasn't stupid but for him to put up so much resistance now.

"I've no one to tell even if I wanted to." A sigh and he knows that to a faerie that will seem like a dodge so he doesn't let himself move until he gives clear, irrefutable agreement. "I understand and accept your terms."

At which point Gladio simply shifts a little closer and leans into the faerie, letting his head settle on Laurent's shoulder, his arm sliding behind the slighter man to take most of his weight. "If you don't want anything more than merely this I will consider myself lucky for this much." And it's not just submissive platitudes, it is honest truth, the warmth of the other against him, feeling the shift of his body with each breath... It's more than he's had in so very long.