Date night goes incredibly well, which while Ezreal has learned to expect by now is no less surprised with each time as to how kind Vladimir is capable of being. The large man despises going out, as it means he has to mingle with humans which he sees far beneath him with few exceptions. Vlad is a proud man, but somehow he is able to work around that when it comes to Ezreal. The young blond would be lying if he said he isn't the least bit prideful of this fact, but does his best not to let it go to Vlad's head because they both know it would.
Anyway, so Vlad agreed to Ezreal's idea to eat out for once and was nothing short of a gentleman the entire night, even going so far as to compliment the chef and all that regardless of Vladimir thinking he could do better himself. There were no death glares, no screams of terror, no police calls, no yelling at people, and absolutely no bloodshed at all…it was a miracle of a night, and Ezreal enjoyed it greatly, to say the least. Vlad is capable of acting like this in public, he just doesn't so Ezreal dares not ask about eating out often. Perhaps he should, because it was wonderful.
The two return to Vlad's home, chattering and laughing at some joke or the memories of reactions by some of the restaurant's patrons at seeing Vladimir, the Crimson Reaper himself, so calm and kind and not killing everyone within arm's reach. Maybe if people react like that more often, Vlad will find it worth his effort to hold back on the killing a bit…yeah, one can dream, right? The large male does seem happy, even with a lack of murder, and even made excellent conversation back at the restaurant as well as now.
Ezreal sheds his coat, grinning widely as his laughter dies down, "That was fun, Vlad! We should go out to eat more often; you're surprisingly good with people." He sets his coat up on the rack, glancing to his companion between that previous action as well as starting to remove his shoes. Once untied and removed, the blond sets his shoes by the doorway, leaving only socks on his feet until they too are taken off. He tends to set them by his shoes, but Vladimir gets slightly irritated by that and insists they be washed between uses unless he's low on socks. Picky, picky man.
"Ah, I am pleased you enjoyed yourself, my dear." Vlad smiles right back at the boy, easily removing his boots without so much as looking at them. "I hadn't the faintest idea you enjoyed it so much." Which makes sense, as from Vlad's perspective being at home trumps everything short of murder, but not so much from Ezreal's. The blond always has been more of an out-of-the-house kind of guy, especially in comparison to Vladimir.
He raises a brow, "Uh huh, so all the times I've asked were flukes or something?" Ezreal has asked an awful lot about eating out, but Vlad tends to insist on staying home or is in such a foul mood toward people at the time that the blond dares not ask again after having mentioned it earlier that day. It's so difficult to urge a man like Vlad to calm down…
A hum, then slight shrug, "That is inquiring about going, not actual enjoyment of being there." Vladimir gives the blond a quick kiss on the cheek as he passes him to head into the main room, likely not missing the blush it causes on Ezreal's face. He hopes Vlad missed it, but they both know by now that isn't the case…still, Ezreal shakes it off, so to speak, before trotting over to join the hemomancer in their freakishly huge living room.
Especially when compared to Ezreal's old apartment back in Piltover, this place is massive and yet Vlad used to live in it all by himself. He enjoys having plenty of space, something Ezreal of all people can understand, and certainly gets it here. There are about four floors, not counting the attic or basement, and so many rooms that Ezreal doubts he's seen them all yet. Some are guest bedrooms or more places for books, but there were a few locked up which sort of has Ezreal curious as to what those might be…Vlad tends to avoid the topic, so probably something bad. Like the basement, for instance.
But, enough of all of that, tonight was a good night and Ezreal would rather not spoil it with dumb arguments or mysterious rooms that might make him peeved over the contents thereof. So, the blond hugs his companion the moment he is close enough, much to Vladimir's surprise, and buries his face in the back of the large male's coat. "Thank you for taking me anyway. I know how much you hate humans, but you were amazing tonight."
Vladimir, however, despite being the least fond of leaving his home, is the far bolder of the two in many ways such as-- "Hm, yes, but you know as well as I that I can be much better." The tone he takes gives the obvious smack in the face hint of taking things upstairs to their bedroom, something they haven't done in awhile for various reasons. Vladimir is surprisingly domestic, which Ezreal would be torn apart for using that word, most the time despite his species, so he often doesn't urge Ezreal into it and vise versa. It seems Vladimir is in one of his moods, though, so it would be as good a time as any…
Ezreal's face heats up as per usual shortly before the boy shakes his head, "I think you were on the best behavior possible for you, so I don't think you could top it." He can dodge the topic as much as he likes, but they are both well aware he won't be able to resist the offer for very long. Truth be told, he merely gets unnerved at times by the whole thing. He's used to being alone and exploring alone and having no one around to pay him any attention, and now he lives with Vladimir whom so adores him and often gives him tons of attention. A simple kiss or anything more, both make him almost equally hot in the face.
Usually, Vlad is incredibly gentlemanly, so to speak, and will keep his displays of affection at a publicly safe level. He, despite insisting he prefers being alone, enjoys kissing the younger male, holding Ezreal close, and even simply talking. Sure, Vlad gets into moods and his behavior gets not so family friendly, but generally he's pretty tame, especially when his species and personality are taken into consideration. Most who hear about them, Caitlyn and Jayce included, assume immediately that Ezreal is held against his will, used as nothing more than a toy to pleasure Vladimir, and only stays loyal to him out of some odd mental issue that isn't the boy's fault or something. Ezreal can't completely recall all of that, but it certainly takes a long time to persuade them otherwise.
In truth, the larger male is astonishingly kind and caring, making him a far better partner for Ezreal than the boy ever thought possible. Living in Noxus isn't entirely fun, but Vlad somehow makes it all worthwhile without even putting much effort into it. Sometimes he wonders just what Vlad gets out of all of this before shaking the idea from his head. He shouldn't think like that or else it'll drive him insane.
