[Wriothesley is greedy in the way he lets his hands roam all over Kleken’s body. Calloused fingers glide over smooth skin, appreciating the differences in their physiques.

He offers the man a grin.]

Then what are you waiting for? I’ve been waiting for just that, sweetheart. Let’s make a mess together, shall we? [Whether the mess is what they leave in the alter or the mess is what he’s about to become is really up in the air.

It’s probably a mix of both.]