[Wriothesley slides his pants back on, deciding that there was no reason to also dirty his underwear when he would be getting washed up soon enough. He lazily slips his dress shirt back on, not even bothering to button it up all the way. All the marks Lorenz has left is out on display like a man showing off his trophies. He balls his waistcoat and undergarments up and keeps them tucked under his arm. With how disheveled his hair is, the mess of his clothes, and the marks left behind, there really was no doubt as to what they had been up to.

He just offers Lorenz a wicked smile.] I am merely offering. If my partner hates to get dirty, then I should let him know that I am the type who swallows. [He definitely knows what kind of images he must be putting into Lorenz' mind.

Devilish in his grins, even if he almost seems to feign innocence. As though his words were simply talking about the weather.

It's a stark contrast to how seemingly sweet the other is. Gentle.

He loops his arm with Lorenz'.] Well, let's go then. [With the way they look now, those that had seen Lorenz as meat to be ogled before will surely have to reconsider their image of the man.]