[For a brief moment Lorenz thought he might be skilled in the art of deflection, but ah, apparently not if Wriothesley can see through him so immediately. He expects nothing - of course, since he thought he could "I am So Okay" his way out of a conversation - and certainly doesn't expect to be pulled into an embrace like this.

For a moment he's tense, drawn taut by his own thoughts and the assumption that another teasing comment is coming. It doesn't; he leans into Wriothesley, freeing a hand from his armful of clothes to wind around his shoulders. It's nearly an automatic movement to drag his nails up the back of Wriothesley's neck into his hair, gratitude and comfort both. The gratitude is for this well of patience; the comfort is more for himself. Stroking someone else's hair is very soothing...

First things first:] Ah, no! Not at all! I shall not allow the whims of this place to sully our sharing this moment!

["We banged and now I feel bad" isn't the problem, please trust him-!! But oh, the tangled mess of all the things that are the problem, he wouldn't know where to begin.]

I find the payment system more... gauche than encouraging. That much is true. It does nothing but further emphasize how little value we have in this place besides as sexual objects. A grave error if I have ever seen one, for what will happen if the people tire of the "game"?

As for my peace, well... your presence is a soothing balm in itself. [he's being cute and giving a damn??? whew!] Thank you.