The ton actually causes the halfling to shiver. "I would want to be with no other," he whispers against lips now swollen from the pressure of the kiss. "Don't let me go, Thorin." And he licks the corner of the king's mouth, hips pressing downward expectantly. "Don't ever let me go anywhere you don't go."

Sex is a powerful motivator. Bilbo had never realized it, a bit of a late bloomer, and hobbits have never really thought to do it. Their deceptions usually come with the offering of a nice pie first!

So Bilbo's fingers drop to the wide ancestral belt that Thorin wears and gives it quite the mighty tug to attempt to remove it. "I dare say what might happen to me otherwise."