The slighter man was clearly affected by this gesture of affection. Lips that were typically further thinned into a line of neutrality now parted in a slight o of wonder and curiosity, the lower moistened by his tongue or agitatedly pressed down upon by his teeth as he absently disengaged himself from Gaultier's warm hand and began to examine the rooms.
The decor was altogether different from what he would have chosen, and yet, in a word, it was perfection. This was nothing like his own home -- no, Leverer House was all cold marble and long, empty hallways -- this, with the rich browns and the Italian design sensibilities, was warm and -- theirs. Already Cygnus was pulling at his tie, two slim fingers caught between the knot and loosening it as he finally turned to face Gaultier, a smile tugging his lips upward.
"Not quite as big? We could hide from each other for hours here -- not that that is quite what I'm suggesting we do." With a final snap of his wrist, the tie was finally undone, and with a sigh, as though released of some constraint, Cygnus tugged it off, popping the first two buttons of his shirt open as he returned to stand in front of Gaultier. "You're a lunatic," he continued, resting the palms of his hands on Gaultier's chest, fingers slightly curled to dig at the material, "and I-- I want to know where the master bedroom is."
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