Oh.

Oh, this is nice, someone fawning over him like this--and it's not him so much as his talents, which makes him feel miles better. This is art. This is someone who understands it, at least from a cursory perspective.

He tugs the other a little closer by the waist, not at all bothered by the form. It's intriguing. As his fingers curl onto the approximation of the other's hip, his thumb gently runs against it.

It's enticing, too.

"Would you like to see while you eat?"