[He smiles at the brush of bold fingers under his jacket, almost relieved once they're behind closed doors. He hardly has qualms about playing in public, but he'd rather give Francis the privacy right now.

He turns to face him properly, bringing up a hand to cup his face carefully and draw him in to a proper kiss. It's almost sweet, gentle in a way, just to see how he responds.]

I could be more flattering... but I would rather not waste time when I could be appreciating every inch of that lovely body of yours. Although you should tell me now, darling, if there's anything you won't do.