*The only thought coursing through his mind as Victor's mouth meets his again is "Mein Gott, what an incredible kisser." He's left with his head spinning after the kiss is broken, his fingers curling in Victor's shirt.*

*chuckling at Victor's admission, he shakes his head* I would not have bought it either. Modesty prevents me from doing so.

*he brings a hand around his waistline to tug at the front of his trousers, deftly undoing the top button, before smoothly slipping out of his grasp to pick his jacket up off the floor and turning to head toward the stairs*