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The Master of Ceremonies keeps a vampire's hours, so it's almost evening when he's up and about. He is still Bound and he is still annoyed about it.

So, he's finding ways to keep himself busy, ways that don't necessarily involve going to bed with people, but he's not against that.

No, today he's practicing the piano, a simple but pretty classical piece with the help of sheet music he requested from the Bar. It's obvious that he knows the piece but is a novice at playing, even if his hands seem to be made for it, slender and graceful with long fingers. He falters at some parts, and has to stop and restart others. However, he's got the main melody down, and it's nice when he gets all the way through it.

For motivation, there's a large glass of red wine on the piano that he constantly sips from. The ashtray next to it is already filled with cigarette stubs, as the cigarette pursed between his painted lips dwindles.

Botherable, listenable, assistable.

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"I would say that you are caring and watchful. And very good at recognising went someone is in need of company, especially when they don't know it themselves."

He smiles playfully. "And that you are one of the most sensual people I have ever known."

Ah, so that was it.

He nods in thought.

"Mm, I suppose the first part is accurate," he says, obviously mock-haughty. "But yes, sensual is good, really expound on that, darling, make me irresistible."

"You need no song to sing your praises on that behalf." Sinric chuckles. "I have seen the way the room turns when you enter. The way men and women both lick their lips as their eyes follow you. Your delight and your beauty are their own herald."

Emcee looks at him a little askance, a smile slanting his painted lips. Maybe he's even blushing slightly. He didn't think he'd go so far as to say something like that.

"Well-- thank you. Like I said, flattery will get you everywhere, terribly vain creature that I am." He grins.

"I think, however, that deserves a drink. Would you like a glass of wine or anything else?"

Sinric smiles. They are butterflies, both of them. Admired and beautiful but fragile in their own way. In another life Emcee might have been his brother in the Golden Cage.

"Wine would be wonderful, please? Will you choose for me? I very much enjoy discovering new wines, new foods, new experiences."

"Of course, darling," he says agreeably, before flagging down a waitrat. He asks it for two glasses of what he's currently having, and specifically, to put it on his own tab and not Herr Northman's.

The waitrat squeaks at him and scampers away to fetch his order.

"It's not an awfully sophisticated wine-- from 1933 Germany-- but it's light and sweet and I can drink a lot of it without getting too drunk, which allows me to do other things, such as stay upright."

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"Sweet and light sounds perfect. And sophisticated isn't always better." Sinric shrugs. "Sometimes it's the simple joys."

"It is, isn't it?" he agrees wholeheartedly. "When one spends enough time in the company of stuffy aristocrats, sometime you just can't help thinking, oh for god's sake, just take off your clothes and fuck me on the floor."

A beat.

"Or perhaps that's just me."

He drains the last of his wine before the rat returns with full glasses.

Sinric tries and fails to cover a giggle at that. "Oh no, my trick was always to see how long I could tease and tempt before one of them snapped and took me against a wall."

He takes a glass and offers it to Emcee, making sure their fingers brush just so, that the sleeve of his tunic falls back just enough to show his slender wrists, that he flutters his eyes and breathes a sigh in just such a way it looks like the accidental touch has excited him a little. Followed by a hopeful, shy little smile.

He laughs and nods with familiarity at the tactic as he takes the glass of wine from Sinric.

Of course, he picks up on the little gestures. Glancing at his slender hands, eying the flutter of his lashes and the coyness of his pretty smile.

Emcee takes a sip of his drink, the wine staining his already painted lips a deeper shade of red. He licks them, and leans in close to Sinric to murmur,

"Is that how you teased and tempted them, or do you really want me to take you against a wall?"

Sinric takes a sip of his own wine, his eyes warm and inviting over the rim of the glass.

He gives Emcee another bashful smile. "I would be honoured if you felt such desire for me, but I don't believe you're so easily tempted."

Emcee leans on a hand, placed on the bench right at Sinric's back.

"And why would you think that?" he asks in much the same intimate tone.

Sinric purrs, leaning into Emcee a little. He pitches his voice low and soft. "Because temptation is your gift, your talent." He turns, his breath brushing Emcee's cheek. "And you are far more gifted than I."

The warmth of Sinric's breath draws out his own purr, deeper than Sinric's, rich and smoky.

"Hmmm..."

He sweeps Sinric's hair behind his ear with the backs of his fingers, before skimming them down along his jaw.

"I wonder who is doing the tempting now."

"Perhaps I am, oh-" he sighs breathlessly as Emcee's fingers brush his skin, eyelids fluttering, "being schooled, by one more skilled than I."

"Perhaps," he murmurs against his ear, a smile in his voice.

"Or..."

He cups Sinric's cheek in his palm, and his voice drops to a whisper.

"...perhaps I do desire you."

He shyly hides his face behind his hair, blushing warmly. He bites his lip, indecisive and sweet, like one who needs just a little more convincing.

And it isn't an act this time. He truly isn't sure. "I hope you aren't teasing me, sir." The sir slips out, out of old habit.

"I am not," he chuckles, low and breathy against his ear.

"I never tease if I don't intend to follow through."

He lightly takes Sinric's chin in his fingertips, brushing the pad of his thumb under his lower lip.

"And I will, if you want me to."

Sinric swallows, opening his mouth just a little under the touch. "I... I do. Want you. Please?" He stutters rather sweetly, the flush across his cheeks in stark contrast to his earlier confidence flirtation.

He is a sweet creature.

Emcee brushes his lips across Sinric's delicate cheekbone. He won't kiss him here, as much as he wants to. There is something about the young man that makes him want to savor that first time.

"We can go to your room, if you would feel the most comfortable there?"

"I'd like that. It's... not very elegant but..." He bites his lip again. "But I'd like that."

He tucks his flute away with care and offers Emcee his hand. "This way. We can take some wine with it if you like?"

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Emcee takes his hand and stands up.

"Wine is always a good idea," he says with a nod, and after asking a waitrat to fetch the bottle of what they've been having plus two glasses, he follows Sinric upstairs.

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