It's too much and not enough -- he draws himself further out of the bath so he can be closer with more of his body. Heat like liquid fire floods him, a wanting heat that begins in his chest where the chancel-flame sits and travels through his bones and blood, the opposite of the holy fire which began in his fingertips. He wants so badly to take what he wants. He wants to fall into Claudius' lap and touch him in every way possible, to feel the warmth and weight of his body, to taste him -- he lets out a longing sound, and kisses Claudius harder, demandingly.