*never one to back away from such a clearly stated challenge, he doesn't bother to supress his wolfish grin. He narrows his eyes, watching the pink tip of Herman's tongue flicking over the place where he'd touched him, wondering if he can taste him. But he remains standing where he is as Herman turns to walk towards the main room. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he leans against the pole holding up the bar upon which the costumes dangle from their hangers, feeling it curve and roll over his spine as he shifts slightly. He can hear Herman talking about extra duties, noticing that he's moving as a slower pace than normal. He stays there for a moment longer, watching him walk away, waiting*