"A bit of seducation, a few tender kisses," he simpers into Cesare's ear, sarcasm coiling around the words, the underlying chuckle. "You'd be good at it, I bet. Lovely." He smiles, turns his face into the touch of the fingers. "De-licio-us."

"Oh but I could ask her for sure." He smirks. "Any chance you can arrange a meeting?" He laughs, amused by the idea more than the actual fact, if only to play cat to the woman's mouse, or possibly vice versa if he ignored pride.

Alex raises an eyebrow. "You think you could?" he responds, his voice sliding into the same tone, arousal curling in his stomach.