Oh, Bob, my dear. Fuck on, you get better results. Fuck me, you get the best.

[There's a laugh there, the trill of Ireland heavy in his voice as it usually gets when he's closer to home and not across the pond with the yanks. He moves to draw his finger up along Bob's thigh, stopping a few inches short of being too indecent.]

You might be a bit too tired to leave early.

Consider it part of the challenge. Guest parking's over that way.

[Bob really was strung tighter than a guitar string, and he could feel it like a warmth over his skin. It was tempting to give in, but he was patient. And older than he looked. And he knew that getting him past the barrier of his wards would keep them both safe and let them both relax and enjoy what the night was proffering up in the flavor of tight jeans and blue eyes.]

[He smiles, keeping himself just by the skin of his teeth from reaching over. He knew that once the touching started, once they could let go, it wasn't going to stop. And he didn't look forward to the idea of being fined for being caught shagging in the elevator. There were cameras, after all.]

Rowan. You can call me that or just Row. Or whatever other pet names come to you when you can't remember either of ours.

[He reached to open his door, winking over at Bob.]

Shall we?

[Oh, he knew the Brits and their nicknames. Most shuddered at hearing their name in full, especially from female lips of the matriarchy. Being three-named by a mother was bound to have any lad bolting one way or the other. Apparently Robert had been Bob for long enough that his given name didn't sit right. That was the funny thing with names. They grew into things, turned people into different versions of themselves. A name was part of a person's power, well, in his world anyway. He'd not slip up and call Bob by his given name, since to be fair, it didn't suit this version of the man he was with.

He reached back into his pack and pulled out his keys, the magnetic key fob making the elevator chime as he reached out to activate it.]

Depends on your perception of time. Not too long. I'm a mostly travelling doctor. Been here about two months so far. That clinic needed a placeholder doctor until they can sort out who's to stay and go on full time. Make sure it's the right place to open and bring in clients. I make a good placeholder and my salary's not too ridiculous.

[He pressed the button for the penthouse, because of course he did. He didn't make ridiculous kinds of money at the moment, but he had over the years and he'd made investments. Along with a few trinkets he sold and loaned from his birthplace that went to people with the money to appreciate it.

Rowan leaned back after pressing the button, glancing over at Bob from under his lashes.]

Praise like that and I'm likely to blush, dove.

What else do you have in that mind of yours that would look good on me, mm?

[Oh, there was definitely tension between them. And the way Bob was standing let him know that he hadn't been joking in the slightest when he'd made that complaint about driving hard. He let his eyes trace slowly down the man in front of him, then back up to meet those blue eyes that held a bit more than just blue in them. Pretty eyes. He hadn't been puffing him about that.]

[Oh, this one was smooth. Smooth and cocky, and Rowan liked the way it looked on him.]

Aye, but I don't have any of those pretty markings you do, so my canvass is a bit more bare. You have things to ruminate over, from what I gleaned earlier. Things to trace with finger and tongue. Any meaning behind any of them?

Oh you're not, are you?

[With his glamour on full, his eyes show only a warm brown, and he smiles at the cheek of the man very much in his personal space. He lifts a hand and hooks his finger through one of the belt loops on Bob's trousers.]

Turn around and march that healthy marked self to my door, dove, and we'll see who's wearing who out.

[Said just as the soft chime sounded that heralded their arrival to his floor.]

[His home had an open style layout, not too fancy, not too clinical. He would have preferred a more woodsy, earthy feel to it, but it was a temporary place to lay his head and this was the style in this modern era. He did like the windows and the view he got, and he let Bob tug him into his place, dropping his pack near the table and coming in after him.]

Drink? I've got beer, wine, or something harder, if you need it.

Nothing I can get here.

[It was a drink from home, and it wasn't anything he'd be willing to share with a human, if only because it could have interesting effects on them. As to what he could have here? He moved to slide his hand into Bob's back pocket of his jeans, giving a gentle squeeze.]

But I'm easy to please when it comes to food and drink.

[He smiled, but it was short lived as he leaned in and closed that very small gap to let his lips press to Bob's. He'd been fascinated by them their whole first appointment, and they felt just as good against his as he'd thought they would. Warm and soft, and he nipped at the lower one as he felt himself reacting to the touch of a body against his.]

I imagine I will. I don't think I have anything in house that I don't somewhat enjoy, so we're covered there.

[That was fine by him, and he let his hands wander, moving to Bob's shirt to tug it up, wanting to feel the warmth of skin against his own. His lips parted, tongue coming out to sweep against Bob's as he felt that tingle start at the base of his spine and spread outward.]

Bed? Or are you more of a couch lad?

[That's an intentional prick at his ego, and Rowan gives him a teasing growl into the kiss, lowering his hands to grab at Bob's legs, hefting him up by his thighs and tugging them to either side of his hips so he can carry him off to the sofa. Best hold on, Bob.]

I'd have you in a tree if I had only that option, brat.