Nor does Puck, though after a moment his grip on Havelock's neck and back relax slightly; as if now that he's been assured he shan't be stopped, he doesn't have to cling so tight.

He can feel himself relax and sink against him, Havelock's lips in his hair. Though he hasn't any idea if this means Havelock shall be willing to have him near from here on out, or whether this bit of experimentation will only frighten him later and do more harm than good-- for now he delights in his embrace, and is quite willing to halt all questions together.

(Puck used to listen to both their heartbeats when they held each other close like this. Now he listens to his own.)