“I wouldn’t mind trying.” Having his hands all over Casper absolutely does not sound like a bad way to spend time. As for the other statement… he doesn’t know what to do with that. Obviously he knows Casper likes him! He’s calling him German pet names and everything! But calling him precious is another thing altogether.

Casper leaning into his chest is probably getting ichor-blood all over him, but who cares, not his touch starved ass, that’s for sure. His eyes close for a moment, basking in the contact, before Casper pulls away again. And… calls him kind. “Fuck all those other assholes? No one should blame you for things happening to you that aren’t your fault. I’m… absolutely not usually described as kind, but… to you, sure. You’re special.” And in a world where the system doesn’t stop him from acting, so he doesn’t have to harden his heart against things he can’t change.

Quietly, then, because it’s harder to say in a language Casper actually understands: “Love you, baobei.”