Mateo
"Of a certain sort?" Mateo hisses in a breath as if playfully offended. "I am not doing a good enough job at presenting myself if it is only certain sins you believe I miss." Tipping Vesper a wink and stubbing out his cigarette on the wall outside the cocktail bar, he relishes the warm feel of the other man's fingers in his own as he leads them into the bustle and colour of the building, beaming at a barmaid whose eyes light up in recognition at the sight of him.
"By the time this night is over, you will have had a peek at what is under Stormbreak's lingerie," he assures Vesper in a low voice, "and you will probably pray to be shown to a table and left alone for a few hours." Briefly following his gaze up to the second level of the building, he grins. "You want to sit up there?" he assumes, gesturing for the barmaid that they will be up, before weaving effortlessly through the gentle throng of bodies to the uppermost areas, where the view through the windows bleeds through in a stunning array of colour.
"I hope you do not mind if I take the liberty of ordering your first cocktail for you," he purrs.
"By the time this night is over, you will have had a peek at what is under Stormbreak's lingerie," he assures Vesper in a low voice, "and you will probably pray to be shown to a table and left alone for a few hours." Briefly following his gaze up to the second level of the building, he grins. "You want to sit up there?" he assumes, gesturing for the barmaid that they will be up, before weaving effortlessly through the gentle throng of bodies to the uppermost areas, where the view through the windows bleeds through in a stunning array of colour.
"I hope you do not mind if I take the liberty of ordering your first cocktail for you," he purrs.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
