The change in Martin's tone is subtle, but it's enough to make John hesitate for a beat, weighing the odds of this being too much against the unappealing prospect of undercutting Martin's stated agreement. He isn't entirely sure what would make it too much, is the thing. This feels, at heart, like a simple (albeit belated) role reversal: John is offering something that Martin has already given him on more than one occasion. Granted, John is acutely aware that offering something needn't indicate that you want that thing for yourself, but he also can't imagine why Martin wouldn't want — or deserve — to be similarly spoiled for affection.

And he did say 'yes.' Asked and answered.

Still, John proceeds with an abundance of care. He leans down to press a gentle, reverent kiss against Martin's skin, but resists the impulse to linger, or the urge to just wrap his arms around him and pull him close. Instead, he straightens, waiting to make sure Martin seems all right before tapping his finger against the other two points of the sail. He hadn't been entirely serious when he'd spoken of neglect, but he does like the idea of kissing as many of Martin's freckles as their collective preferences allow, and going by constellation seems like a good way to keep track of the ones he's covered.