Emrys wasn't sure whether the question was asked sincerely or only because it was the easy response when one was being flirtatious, and therefore didn't know exactly how to respond right away. He felt like he wanted to be touching Pettigrew when he responded in any case, but their current seating arrangement made it inconvenient. He opted to refresh his glass of wine, even though it wasn't empty yet. He walked behind Pettigrew's chair to do it, which gave him an excuse to trail his hand along the top of the other man's shoulder.
"I'm a fair masseuse," he began in a playfully seductive tone. "I usually have better drugs on hand than a place like this. And —" This was a bit of a risk; Emrys had been thinking about how to bring this up for quite a while and hadn't settled on a good way to do it, but had the sense that bringing it up the wrong way might close that door forever. On the other hand, this was hardly riskier than telling Angelica he slept with men, and he'd done that less than twelve hours ago. "— I've been thinking someone ought to paint you."
"I'm a fair masseuse," he began in a playfully seductive tone. "I usually have better drugs on hand than a place like this. And —" This was a bit of a risk; Emrys had been thinking about how to bring this up for quite a while and hadn't settled on a good way to do it, but had the sense that bringing it up the wrong way might close that door forever. On the other hand, this was hardly riskier than telling Angelica he slept with men, and he'd done that less than twelve hours ago. "— I've been thinking someone ought to paint you."
Lou made this! <3