Bastien
"Ha! I never said my mouth as a whole was lacking in skill." Bastien licked his lips and winked, then his face became a laughing grin - he had often been praised for the talents of his tongue. Perhaps he could not sing, but he knew how to make someone else sing in the quiet of a passionate night. As much as he was a faithful fiance, the way Ezra's eyes glided up his body made him feel rather handsome indeed, and Bastien leaned just a little more posed, hip out and his shirt falling open just so.Both was fine. He let his hand be taken and laughed a little with surprise when it was kissed, having expected a handshake; he was usually the one kissing fingers. "Bastien De Rosieres. Would you like to come in? I have wine and some music for a weary traveller."
What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
