Leave This Night Pure and Perfect

Continued from Archaic Kinds of Fun. Sam led Nate away from the Atheneum and towards the Domiciles, all the time keeping his eyes straight ahead.  He could tell Nate had...intentions regarding him. The prospect was bizarre, thrilling,  but he didn't want Nate to think he was the kind of man to do that the first time he'd met someone. Admittedly taking him straight home didn't help the impression he was trying to give off, but... He just had a good heart and clearly no wish to kiss the very handsome charming man. They reached his home quickly and as soon as he opened the door Mia came meowing, weaving herself around his legs. "Do you like cats? This is Mia." He said back to Nate, then stepped into the room proper. The living room was cosy. A large fireplace sat between two armchairs, a large portrait of the Wordsworth family (all serious faces and crossed hands) hanging above it. The mantelpiece held a few objects of curiosity, the centrepiece being a golden feather displayed held in a wooden stand. All around were books, framing the whole scene, and in the back a table filled with book making supplies and paper was illuminated by the filtered light coming through his curtains. "Would you like some tea while we discuss things?" Sam asked, going to touch a teapot resting on a table between the chairs as Mia lept up to curl in one of them. Samuel I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind All of these words