*surprised that Herman is not going back to the stage area, but is moving towards the stairs that lead to the apartments on the upper levels, he feels his mouth go dry. He pauses at the bottom of the stairs and buttons his pants. He's not a naive man, but the clear invitation does send him for a spin. A hard spin and he looks down at the evidence of his arousal which is currently distending the front of his trousers.*

Boy howdy...

*he mutters and darts up the stairs to catch up. He reaches Herman just as he comes up to the closed apartment door. He intercepts him, slipping between the German and the door. He grips his upper arm.*

Hang on, hang on here.

*with his other hand, he gently cups Herman's warm face and speaks very softly:*

What are you doing?