( Sampo chuckles at the question. )

Are you sure you want me to answer that?

( But he's just teasing, which he attempts to convery by elbowing Lorenz in a friendly manner as his gaze skims down to his collarbone. What kind of man does he strike him as? It's difficult to say, not least because fancy types usually fall into one of two categories: fancy and useless, or fancy and useful. Lorenz has managed to demonstrate traits of both, and so getting an accurate read on him?

That might take a second meeting. )

Well ... so far, you seem like the kind of fellow who's got a good idea of what things look like when they're done properly — but who also kinda likes getting his hands a little dirty too.

( Sampo's grin turns wolfish again as he reaches up to tuck a lock of purple hair behind Lorenz's ear. )

But you hate talking about it — hey, maybe even hate admitting it! — which is why you humour guys like me. You can fuss and huff as much as you want to make people think you're all proper ...

( And now he leans in close, his voice an amused hum as he lets his words brush warm against his neck. )

But I bet you wouldn't hate it if I showed you a good time.