[ The same hand that had been kissed by one of the wealthy Rexxentrum businessmen, lightly kissed by Bren. It was impossible not to falter in what he was talking about as his voice trailed off, and he watched Bren systematically kiss a trail from knuckles to around his wrist and finally against the wrist where a light fragrance of plum, lavender and sandalwood would attack those precarious sensibilities.

Gods, Essek's own sensibilities were taking a circuitous route, watching it with parted lips before finally he had to physically drag his gaze away to return back to a potential sponsor, someone quite renowned within the mercantile world.

Nevertheless Essek's core became a mess of hunger and want that seemed to be pinged by Bren's possessiveness of him. He was attempting to steer the conversation to a quick end all considered. Not because he wanted Bren's own possessive claimings to stop, but rather so that he could perhaps entice Bren to lead him onto the dance floor. ]

I will keep your proposal in mind, Herr Shultzen; however I think that it may be about time to give my escort a dance, he's been a very good boy tonight.

[ Letting the other man know under no uncertain terms that this man was his and that he did not mind the show of blatant possession. ] A waltz is starting, would you lead me out, Chathtiu?