[ it's probably half the reason he's so bold about it, especially so as he gives the other a wink. he welcomes the invasion of his space, lifting his chin up to close the gap further, millimeters. he's oozing heat from his pores, and wriothesley looks damn good right now. ]

Don't know why but this place always has either the best or the worst timing—it really hasn't changed.

[ he goes as far as to brush nose to nose with him, breath catching. it's clear his pulse is racing, eyes dilated and swollen wide and dark as he reaches his free hand to grab the front of the man's chest... bare or otherwise, sinking fingers in. ]

In any case—thanks for coming to my rescue, Your Grace...