Sebastian smiled as the Romani rearranged himself, sprawling over his cushion and the comfy bean bag. He didn't put it down next to the Italian, as he had hoped- they would have had to be just a little too close together for Drakien to consider that, he supposed. As in, Sebastian would have had to have been pretty much lying on top of the silvery Russian. Still, they were close enough so that the artisan didn't have much cause for complaint. Sebastian took another long drink of the wine, saffron eyes running appreciatively down Drakien's muscular torso. At least he was free to ogle the sexy scavenger without much fear of getting caught.
You're welcome, he said airily, shifting slightly closer to the Romani. He had to test the boundaries a bit, after all. Under the pretence of squirming a little higher up on the bean bag, the side of his chest almost touched the top of Drakien's head. The Italian propped himself up on one elbow, scratching his chest idly with the other. He mimicked the posture with his legs, keeping one out flat and the other propped up. Another long drink drained a third of his glass.
"So, Drakien," he said cheerfully, looking down at the Romani with a smirk. "Where are you from originally?" Polite conversation was always a good start.
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