[He meets Xander's gaze, undaunted, and presses the topic. When he straightens his posture he's eye to eye with the prince. He meant what he said when they first met. The kind of authority he'd had back home to unilaterally declare something off limits was gone.]

Your highness it is needed. And soon. The more tightly wound you become, the sooner you'll snap. [He pushes off the counter then bends to rummage around in a cabinet under the sink.] I understand not trusting others with intimate contact, but denying yourself physical release will only hobble your reason. Whatever sense of decorum or propriety you think you're defending, they don't apply here. [As if to prove his point he stands back up, holding a box filled with a number of recently cleaned sex toys.]