[A lifetime of a noble's proper behavior sit constantly on Lorenz's shoulder, like the other shoe waiting to drop; it feels nearly like the more he enjoys this thing, the faster it will fall away from him. He leans into the hand on his cheek, a silent gesture of appreciation; thank you, these little moments of reassurance go a long, long way.

Much better than what he expected of this whole place - the most pleasant surprise by far. He sits a bit straighter, hands going to the shirt buttons at his throat while he gives Wriothesley an appraising look up and down, one eyebrow quirked appreciatively. Goddess, but he's practically sculpted out of marble...]

Oh, aha— then I will relish the opportunity to most thoroughly help you think about it. A helping hand does a body good. [ha ha.] No need to rush the important matters.

[He gets to his feet in turn, letting his silky shirt slide off his shoulders and fall on the seat behind him. He's slim and pale all the way down, with the subtler muscle tone of someone who rides a lot of horses and throws a lot of lances around. And he will definitely get back to undressing in a moment, but first he'd like another kiss, and to slot his still-clothed thigh between Wriothesley's and rock against him indulgently.

He can do this and unbutton his pants at the same time, absolutely—]