[ he colors again, looking flustered. really, he should be accustomed to this sort of thing. being who he is, people are naturally drawn to him, they can't help it. and though baldr has always been gracious about it, it can be a little lonely. still, he doesn't think this is quite the same. there's nothing of infatuation or adoration in maglor's features-- only respect and reverence. and that, perhaps, is what's so embarrassing. after all, goodness, it's as he's said-- he's no one's god here.

he hesitates, fingers lifting and hovering there, like nervous white birds, before settling on maglor's again, pressing them warmly. ]

I suppose that would depend on why you'd do it, doesn't it? [ he leans in, trying to catch the elf's eye. ] It clearly wouldn't bring you pleasure. So.. what would drive you to repeat your sins?