[ As always, speaking as a true liberal, Jean Louis wants to boil everything down to human nature. He'd say it was a matter of choice, if Claude were to question him about it - that choice is what human nature is all about, but in this particular context it's as much chance as it ever were. That the Foreign Minister would contact him, that the Foreign Minister would be interested in men at all, that they'd be compatible in the first place. All these things aren't Claude's choice, they just are. They're a condition for this little fairy tale of his to even play out at all. The way conditions shape so many things, Claude the Socialist knows. So rather than replying, he lets it slide, the myriad of implications and puts the glass aside, untouched for now, in order to lean back fully against the wall, the exposed bricks digging into his back through his knitted shirt as he rests his hands on either side of his spread knees. He's flaunting himself rather shamelessly this way. He hopes he's just what the other man is in the mood for. ]
I would be even more satisfied, if you got off your bum and kissed me.
[ It's said in a low voice, not tempting or seductive, just pleasantly subdued. He turns his face in Jean Louis' direction, meeting his eyes without hesitation. ]
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I would be even more satisfied, if you got off your bum and kissed me.
[ It's said in a low voice, not tempting or seductive, just pleasantly subdued. He turns his face in Jean Louis' direction, meeting his eyes without hesitation. ]