[A feline move that is met with an idle scratch of fingertips. Arched brows relax as he pauses to consider just how to say what he means. Baptiste is an earnest man - sometimes accused of being 'sappy' by those he immediately embarrasses in the cross-fire. The words aren't difficult. They never really are, but that didn't stop him from making sure he said what he meant.]

Fun.

[The word exits his mouth. His lashes flutter as he glances upwards and nods, mulling it over.] I mean, you're a mite difficult, but spirited! A fellow deviant, and one that's easy on the eyes...

[An intentional pause.]

Someone I'd enjoy talking with beyond the whole lord-servant roleplay, even. [Baptiste says this, but something in his posture and a coy glance projects a 'Well. Unless...']

[His hand now rests at the other's hip bone, thumb teasing idly circles into it. Despite being aware of how he should pull away, Baptiste selfishly draws the moment out. It's warm. Comfortable.

And no one would dare pull him from an 'esteemed guest' such as this, which is also a boon in itself.]