[This is a very difficult question. Ronan sits up slowly, taking the hand that explores him and bringing it to his lips so he can kiss Andyr's fingertips.]

We're going against everything I ever believed in.

[There's an ugly truth. Still, Ronan's lips skip across Andyr's palm and down to his wrist.]

Practically, I don't think it matters that much. I was already going to Hell for being what I am.

[Gay. Promiscuous. Self-destructive. A monster formed from darkness. A god invading God's territory. He has seen the Devil with his own eyes. He is being devoured by a demon. There's no "right" with him, for all his struggling. He's inherently evil.]

And I love you. I don't want to stop.