Honestly, Barcus wouldn't hold them to that bit. Going home for privacy. Making love in the lounge wouldn't be appreciated, because other people want to relax there, but as long as they clean up, it's whatever.
When Xander sets his one hand down, Barcus fumbles for a second like he's not sure where to put it, because his first inclination is on the nearest man's knee and that's a little bit presumptuous. Before he comes to a conclusion, Viktor takes it and now each one of them has one of his hands and Barcus' pulse is racing.
He's reading too much into this, surely. It feels so nice, though...
"I, hmm, I do pride myself on my ability to handle delicate, detailed work," he says tentatively, smiling. Flirting with the idea of flirting. "I suppose sometimes creation takes a soft touch, and sometimes it needs a stronger hand."
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When Xander sets his one hand down, Barcus fumbles for a second like he's not sure where to put it, because his first inclination is on the nearest man's knee and that's a little bit presumptuous. Before he comes to a conclusion, Viktor takes it and now each one of them has one of his hands and Barcus' pulse is racing.
He's reading too much into this, surely. It feels so nice, though...
"I, hmm, I do pride myself on my ability to handle delicate, detailed work," he says tentatively, smiling. Flirting with the idea of flirting. "I suppose sometimes creation takes a soft touch, and sometimes it needs a stronger hand."