Leonid smiled before taking another sip of his drink. He stiffened somewhat, in more ways than one, when he felt the mans hand move from where it had been to his hip. Was a mans touch supposed to be able to do that to another man? He hoped Emrys wouldn't notice or be offended if he did. It wasn't like Leonid had full control over that certain part of his anatomy. Not when there were so many stimulants working against him.

His mouth went dry and he felt a tingling sensation travel from his ear down the side of his neck as the man spoke into his ear. Get away, now, his instincts insisted while the curious, very intrigued part of him urged him to see it through to find out what this private performance might be.

"A private performance?" Leonid parroted, taking a deep gulp of his drink as he became very hyperaware of how close they were now that the mans arm was draped across his back. "It won't be seen as rude to just leave?"