[For a split second, Dualscar is afraid that he's offended Psii, that he doesn't like having his sign on a highblood's chest, and he almost reaches up to take it off and dismiss the whole thing as a bad job. But then he sees the blush rising over Psii's cheekbones, the way his entire face turns yellow--and how could anyone think yellow is an ugly color, it's the most charming color Dualscar has ever seen--and relief floods through him.]

Maybe a feww.

[He bends down, brushing his lips against Psii's, and gathers him close.]

I wwish I could showw all of them. I wwish I could wwalk back out there wwith your sign on my chest and let them all knoww.

[Fantasy, drawn into the air with words. That would be suicide, and they both know it. But it paints a lovely picture.]