He burns. It's love and fierce and he's drowning in fire, maybe he understands his father more. He loves but can still only think of how, as he runs his fingers over his human, his love's naked body, easy it would be to break fragile bone, to tear apart skin and watch blood flow.
And this treasure he grabbed from Michael's greedy, grasping hands trusts him. The Righteous Man himself loves him, gives everything and expects nothing in return.
It is terrifying.