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I am not criticizing anything.

[Not now, not right this second. He's simply stating facts! Unimportant, in the a) absence of this nurse, and b) literal resort they are in without any of their actual work with them. It's fine; he absolutely doesn't crack a smile over Wriothesley's little pout, which is to say, he does, but he tries to conceal it.

It's cute. So is the look on Wriothesley's face a moment later, and Lorenz does pause - but that's not a refusal, so he does it again. Hmm.]

So it is. Am I being a bother...?

[Honestly, he'll easily agree to sex and not be embarrassed by it. Cuddling after sex? Also fine.

Gentle intimacy like this without anything else attached to it? He doesn't know exactly how to navigate it. He isn't used to such endearment. Isn't used to being treated so sweetly. It's more flustering than shameless sex. He has lived most of his life with such touches absent in his life.

He likes it though. His eyes flutter closed after a moment.] You...aren't.

[Honestly, for all Lorenz started this himself, he doesn't know precisely how to navigate this sort of thing either. For myriad reasons (that all inevitably come back to "it's nobility problems") he has lived his life as a man of words. Obviously - the endless praise pours out of him as easily as he breathes air in, but this... well.

It seems to be well-received? Good.]

Alright. [He'll do it some more, then, nails scraping gently against Wriothesley's scalp once or twice.]

[He leans into the touch and lets out a pleased sigh, shoulders drooping at the pleasant feel of nails against his scalp. This was...nice. Addicting even.

He eventually has to reach up to grab Lorenz' wrist. His grip is far from forceful though. As though he's also not quite willing to make the other stop.] If you keep doing this, we're never going to get out of here.

[It really is nice; Lorenz could keep at it for a while yet, compelled by the way the other reacts so tenderly to such a simple thing. But it's also right that they will be here forever if they don't curtail themselves at least a little. He laughs, quiet and a little sheepish.]

Yes, yes. This time, the responsibility is mine.

[And yet, he's lingering... no, okay; enough for now. He draws his hand back and turns to actually get dressed, at last.]

[He doesn't say it, but he misses those fingers in his hair. How easy it would be to just get lost in that feeling.

Wriothesley gets his clothes back on, trying to smooth some of it down. His clothes are pretty rumpled and wrinkled that there isn't really anything he can do about it. This is probably the best he's going to look for the rest of the night.] Ready?

[Lorenz dresses as quickly as he can with all of his fussy layers, doing up the buttons and straightening out his waistcoat. He's lightly wrinkled himself, but he's choosing to not think about how he'd like to change into something crisper, ugh...

Ahem. He nods to Wriothesley and after a beat, holds out his hand. They can't spend all night petting in this shower room no matter how much he'd like to reach right for Wriothesley's hair again, but they can have this instead.]

Let's be off. Something tells me this place will keep its services open throughout the night entire.

[.......so they could spend more time idling away the night with petting, is implied.]

[He grabs hold of that hand, but yanks the other closer so he can loop their arms together. He gives the other a playful grin.]

Are you so attached to me already that you don't want the night to end? I'm flattered. [He can't help but tease the other a little bit. Is he deflecting a little bit to ignore the thought of more petting? No he isn't. What are you talking about? He's just being a natural charmer trying to fluster the man he has linked arms with.]

[Oh, hello--]

Ahaha, would you prefer I simply disappear? I am not that kind of man, I'm afraid.

[He's a gentleman who will at least have tea! And flush pink on cue from the teasing, anyway. Like clockwork, his various levels of flustering...

He's not going to forget about the petting, though, fair warning. Off they go back upstairs for tea.]

And you offered the invitation for tea, if I recall...

I would never think such a thing. Were you not the one who promised to find me something to soothe my throat? You wouldn't leave me in my time in need, would you? [He's talking quite a lot for a guy who is claiming a sore throat. He's probably okay, honestly.

Lorenz, you make it so easy to tease you!!!]

Yes. I would like a cup. I've not had one all day and I wish to rectify that before the day ends. [Which isn't probably that much time, which makes this even more offensive!!! He didn't have his morning or afternoon tea!!!!!

But it isn't so bad because now he has his arm linked with the other and now they can get a cup now.]

Of course not. You have my word, I will find you the purest honey that I can.

[The fanciest honey casino money can buy-! All for Wriothesley's very sore throat... Lorenz gives him a look, like, please, someone is clearly not too sore to tease him-- but he's still serious about the honey. He can do both.

Still, they must correct the horrible tragedy of no cups of tea all day posthaste. Perhaps at this hour the Red Cardinal will serve them tea without forcing them to eat the whole menu...]

Always such a gentleman.

[He smiles though, obviously looking forward to winding down with a good cup of tea and company.]

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