[The heat is being turned up a lot more and a lot faster than he was intending, but this quick escalation doesn't bother him in the slightest. The start of their relationship was a bit explosive to begin with, not thinking he would have gone from preparing to leave Inazuma the next day to getting a girlfriend right before he departed. He can see how excited she's already getting by how hard her nipples get and how much more greedy every nip and suck of his neck becomes. He's sure there will be marks tomorrow, proving her ownership of him, and thankfully the only people who will see them are other Fatui and not some diplomat he had to meet with. And, he's sure the Aranara don't care about that sort of thing either.

Just Yoimiya's words alone begin to spark a hunger inside of him, vocalizing her selfishness of keeping him all to herself, taking every piece of him for her own pleasures. It sends a shudder down his spine, breathing out a heavy sigh of need as she plays with his ears now, and her nails on his skin feel like a slice of heaven as he fantasizes them gripping into his back and scratching him while she screams his name without a care in the world other than feeling really, really good...]

Yes, [he moans back to her, starting to feel his mind swirl with desire for nothing more than to fuck her silly in the spa.]

Of course I would. The shining moon reflecting against the snow of my homeland isn't nearly as bright as your light...I would do anything for you to keep it in my sight.

[Slowly being driven crazy, Tartaglia turns his head to catch her mouth with his own, slipping his tongue in immediately to twist and play with hers, sweeping his lips over hers in a kiss that he deepens more and more by the second while his hands still pay close attention to her breasts. Little does he know what's truly happening here, happy with the current arrangement as he indulges in Yoimiya's body, hoping to get her to moan and cry with delight.]

Go ahead, you can use me and take me for all your desires...