[Well, in that case. Jean Louis watches him silently for a moment, his own smile much more restrained, mostly by habit. He's got a better smile for the cameras, obviously, but it doesn't feel like a proper choice of response when your date is asking you to stay. For the night. He hasn't actually been thinking ahead about this evening, about where it would go and how - the last time he did anything like this, it ended up with Marcel having to temporarily re-locate the stupid faggot in question. Across borders. Bruised. Looking at Claude now, he rather hopes it won't be necessary this time around, the man's too harmless to merit the treatment.
All the same, there's a risk involved in most aspects of life, it's not a matter of if but when. Lightening strikes, bang, you're dead. Tonight had been an impulsive decision on his part, you never know where those will lead you, but for some reason, when Claude smiles in a way that lights up his whole face, he decides that it's fine for now. It'll work. And if it doesn't?
See above.]
That's good. I wouldn't mind, either.
[With that, he shifts closer yet, setting his cup away on the table with a soft clink before leaning in, slowly but fluently, no delay or hesitation. When he kisses him, it's a light touch of lips, un-presumptuous, for Claude doesn't really invite the kind of force that comes with dominance, violent grasps and painful breathlessness. Instead, he simply supports himself with one arm bent against the backrest right above Claude's shoulder. This is a different thing indeed, something Jean Louis' not at all too familiar with but again, it's fine. He'll make it up as they go.]
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All the same, there's a risk involved in most aspects of life, it's not a matter of if but when. Lightening strikes, bang, you're dead. Tonight had been an impulsive decision on his part, you never know where those will lead you, but for some reason, when Claude smiles in a way that lights up his whole face, he decides that it's fine for now. It'll work. And if it doesn't?
See above.]
That's good. I wouldn't mind, either.
[With that, he shifts closer yet, setting his cup away on the table with a soft clink before leaning in, slowly but fluently, no delay or hesitation. When he kisses him, it's a light touch of lips, un-presumptuous, for Claude doesn't really invite the kind of force that comes with dominance, violent grasps and painful breathlessness. Instead, he simply supports himself with one arm bent against the backrest right above Claude's shoulder. This is a different thing indeed, something Jean Louis' not at all too familiar with but again, it's fine. He'll make it up as they go.]