( there's the quirk of a brow when william looks at him after ordering their drinks, but he doesn't offer anything else up in exchange. a good wine sounds nice, he doesn't need anything else. oliver turns his attention back to the menu. pretends to look it over for the most part, while he listens to william speak.
hums soft when he's finished, turning the menu back over and sliding it across the center of the table. he doesn't need this anymore, william can tuck it under his own to return it to the waiter when they come back. oliver hadn't actually needed it to begin with, but it was good to keep his attention on for a moment. )
Steak. Medium rare, please. ( he knows how to use his manners. ) What do you want in return? You want me to trust you, to be flexible, you'll offer security and wealth but that tells me fucking nothing about what you actually want. A good lay every once in a while? A well-behaved sugarbaby? Someone legally obligated to fulfill whatever fantasy of the day you come up with?
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hums soft when he's finished, turning the menu back over and sliding it across the center of the table. he doesn't need this anymore, william can tuck it under his own to return it to the waiter when they come back. oliver hadn't actually needed it to begin with, but it was good to keep his attention on for a moment. )
Steak. Medium rare, please. ( he knows how to use his manners. ) What do you want in return? You want me to trust you, to be flexible, you'll offer security and wealth but that tells me fucking nothing about what you actually want. A good lay every once in a while? A well-behaved sugarbaby? Someone legally obligated to fulfill whatever fantasy of the day you come up with?