Malta could see the young man's thought process as he considered the offer. Likely he'd realized his options were few. It was smart to take what comforts he could because likely the night would end the same no matter what the elf did before and during. He went willingly to him then, at least as willingly as was to be expected. If the elf was cooperative Malta might even take pity on him the next day and if orders came to kill him he might just take the responsibility to do so himself. He seemed to enjoy the tea and even went as far as to thank him for it, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He could tell the slighter man was wary of him and likely for good reason. He was large even by Alrian standards, capable of throwing his strength around if he wanted to. The prisoner was taking things better than he would have imagined but maybe he had better control of himself than Malta thought.<br/><br/>He didn't ask for his name and that had been deliberate. Malta didn't want to know what it was, but he did let him finish his tea in silence while he finished his own. The large man was capable of gentleness when he tried but it really wasn't necessary for this situation. Neither did he feel that brutality was either. Their prisoner was following his direction and not providing resistance.<br/><br/>“I've never fucked one of you before. I've heard men talk about it though. There's an allure to it I suppose with how delicate you all are in comparison. They boast about breaking your type,” Malta said after a while, though he'd imagined that had been intentional. He set the cups aside once they were done and stood to undress, kicking off his boots. He wasn't hard yet, but even flaccid his cock complimented his bulk.<br/><br/>“I guess we'll find out what it's really like.” He made no promises in either direction but he did find a vial of oil. Fucking his prisoner dry didn't have the same appeal to him as it did to some of the others. None of his moments were hurried but he was keeping an eye on the Khry sitting on his cot. When he didn't take his cue to undress Malta helped him. He wanted to see his body. He had an exotic aesthetic that wasn't common among their civilians, even less so within their soldiers. Still identifiably male though, more so without his layers. That helped to encourage blood to travel to his groin, such an androgynous mix.<br/><br/>“Turn over,” he'd told him after he'd stripped him. He was a straightforward man and preferred to get to the point when feelings weren't involved. He'd have liked a little encouragement with his mouth but like hell he was going to risk being bitten. Instead, he stroked himself to full mast with his hand as he eyes traveled over the pale flesh lit by the light of the fire. He'd climbed onto the bed, willing to put him into position if he didn't do so on his own.