[He nudges at Francis, guiding him towards the bed in the room as a slow smile tugs at his lips. He likes how eager he is already, how breathless and responsive. He'll rather enjoy tonight, he thinks.]
I'm rather interested in seeing how the night goes, myself.
[He pauses to shrug out of his jacket, dropping it somewhere on the end of the bed.]
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I'm rather interested in seeing how the night goes, myself.
[He pauses to shrug out of his jacket, dropping it somewhere on the end of the bed.]
On the bed, Francis.