untidy rooms and rumpled beds

RANCE

"The 'sort that you're used to'?" The wording on that certainly had Rance wondering. Especially when Oliver mentioned he'd look sexy in one. His offer to get one for Rance wasn't helping the image that was building of Oliver being 'rich'. but even as he was having that thought, he recognized that he really needed to work on how 'rich' and 'poor' was defined in a society without a concept of money.

Not that this was the time or place for rearranging his perceptions. there were much more interesting things to grab his attention.

Such as the hand on his arm, pausing the work of his own fingers with a look and the idea that Rance would be getting help soon enough. Rance pretended to ponder the options Oliver gave him, glancing toward the fire and the comfortable looking chairs, smile still tugging at his lips. "Hm... as much fun as pinnin' you against the wall right here would be," Rance mused, taking a step closer still, turning his attention down to Oliver with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His free hand found Oliver's waist and began slowly tugging his shirt up, searching for skin. "I assume goin' to your room now would mean not endin' up with an accidental audience...."

i dont want for much, only a book, some whiskey
and the kiss of your touch