[His eye goes heavy-lidded at the brush of fingertip to skin, and he tilts his chin obligingly, lips still curved in a smile intended to be inviting. Where they go doesn't matter ultimately, and he wouldn't be opposed to something quick and rough and dirty in any old location, perhaps with his face pressed up against the wall, harsh brick against cool skin but--
--but. No use getting ahead of oneself, and perhaps it isn't very gentlemanly to suggest something like that to someone he hardly knows...even if they've known some version of him...he shakes his head, auburn curls bouncing. It's too confusing to think about and so for the moment he won't.]
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--but. No use getting ahead of oneself, and perhaps it isn't very gentlemanly to suggest something like that to someone he hardly knows...even if they've known some version of him...he shakes his head, auburn curls bouncing. It's too confusing to think about and so for the moment he won't.]
Depends. How rowdy are you feeling?