Beds, man.
You should, smartass.
Possessive, am I? Perhaps you simply desire for me to be possessive over you and you are just seeing things Mister Carson. Or perhaps you are right and I have become rather…attached to your presence. Now if I went ahead and did that, you wouldn’t be able to wrap those arms around me which as I recall you were rather fond of doing. Or shall I find another man to be my big spoon?
I’m going to go with door number two, and that’s quite alright, Dorian. I enjoy your presence as well. Oh, you make a good point actually. How about we lock up every exit in my villa and throw away the key?












