[It's no surprise to him that there was probably something about the skewers that was going to come back to haunt whoever eats them. For better or for worse. Well, Wriothesley isn't complaining when Eiden was acting so cute like this. He nips at the man's lips, a breathy chuckle as the other indulges in feeling his chest up.]

Hmm, I'm not particularly bothered at the moment actually and you don't seem upset either.

[He runs his tongue over the seam of Eiden's lips before leaning back.] But let's move to somewhere a little less public, hmm? Let me take care of you, won't you?