Dean only leaned back when he was dizzy from the lack of air. He had pressed himself so fully against Don Juan that he was sure there wasn't any room to breathe much anyway. He probably ought to be annoyed that he'd been lied to again, but he supposed this was for a good reason. His own tattoo had taken a while to heal, in a spot that was hard to get the air it needed to heal without being rubbed against by his clothes, so he could understand the hesitation, especially if Don Juan had been trying to make a debut of it.

"Good, because if you thought I was letting you leave now, you would be incorrect." Suddenly the weekend at the Sanditon felt entirely too far away. "Come to Paris this weekend." Dean had his own accommodations just outside of the city, away from the family, which was his preference anyway. His only obligation was the wedding itself on Saturday afternoon. Friday had been to get acclimated and maybe spend some time with the family, but he could give minimal effort there. They rest of the time could be spent in a much more worthy manner, holed up in the cottage reacquainting himself with every inch Don Juan's skin.