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A little laugh left Roman and he leaned in a little. Pretty sure I could change that point of view given a few minutes." He couldn't resist murmuring in a hushed tone to the man, even if he had no intention of doing such things. He still had confidence enough in himself to know he could make it work. "Well.... lets just say that you wouldn't be the only one sparkling by the time I was done with you. Though maybe I'd do entirely too good of a job at cleaning it off you." He added a moment later, his smirk wide. "It's a choice you made, that's for certain." Roman agreed when Finn explained how he'd been sparkling forever after this.

"You know what, I'm pretty confident that you wouldn't be able to change my point of view on that, ever. Never mind in a few minutes." Finn told the other, feeling like sometimes he could be swayed a little on some things, but this was definitely not one of those things. "You know, sometimes you do paint some very vivid images in my mind with your words, but I have to tell you, not all of them are good ones." Finn commented, "Especially given I don't think you'd be wanting to lap glitter off my skin like a dog with some peanut butter, not exactly the most appetising now, is it? As for my choice, I'm going to be honest with you, would probably do it again. Even knowing that I'd be eternally sparkly."

Finn couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the others compliments, "I felt as though I couldn't really do it justice without the glitter, how would people know that I had the skin of a killer?" He teased. "Also I feel like people would just think I didn't dress up, but I'm glad to see that the majority of people tend to know who I am, so the eternal glitter on my skin has been worth it. I think." As she asked about whether he had any accompaniments to his costume he shook his head, "No, it's just me. What about you though? Have you got a Dmitri to go with your costume?"

"Concerned or turned on at the prospect?" Roman posed to Finn, a lascivious grin playing over his features as he gave the man the once over with his eyes again. "But that's a real shame because I know how you value your privacy and there's no way for me to do what I would like to do to you without our entanglement being entirely too obvious. And you wouldn't want that to get in the tabloids now would you?" Roman was definitely playing with the man because he knew the type of impact he had on Finn, but that didn't make his words any less true at the same time. "Well, bravo on the effort. You definitely went the extra mile. I can't say I'd be as dedicated."

"Concerned." Finn stated, his eyes a little wide as the other asked if he was turned on at the prospect of knives in the bedroom, "If anyone brought a knife into bed with me I would full on believe that they were actually a serial killer and I would either become their next victim or would have to turn into a Final Girl. I also know which one is most likely to end up happening too because I know I've not got what it takes to be a Final Girl." Finn explained to the other, maybe taking this a little too seriously. "I do value my privacy up to a point, yeah. But I have to ask, even though I might regret it like five seconds later, but what do you want to do to me that would make our entanglement entirely too obvious?" He found himself asking, his curiosity getting the better of him. "I think I can't answer the tabloids question until I know that one." Finn smiled and bowed his head a little in mock of a full bow. "Thank you, I can be pretty dedicated to something once my mind is set on it. And apparently this week it was ensuring that I am going to have some sort of glittery sparkle to my skin for the rest of my goddamn life."

It was a steady hand that held the sword in place, not wavering in the least except to allow it to travel across the mans collarbone and along the buttons of his shirt, head tilting slightly to one side. "Don't worry, I'm surprisingly adept at only slicing what I want to. It's not your skin you need to be concerned with right now." He teased, letting the sword trail lower, teasing down his body. "Though if I did manage to murder you, there would be very little chance of me getting away with it. Did someone dump you in a vat of glitter, sparklepants? Pretty sure I can't get near you without ending up looking like I've rubbed myself all up over you."

Against all his better judgement Finn couldn't help but feel a shiver run through his body as the other dragged the sword across his collarbones, because of course it would belong to Roman and of course the other would still have this kind of effect on him. "I think I'm more concerned about the idea of you actually bringing swords or knives into the bedroom." Finn teased, still feeling the way in which the other was dragging the prop across his body. "You're right, you'd be caught straight away due to the fact that this shit sticks with you. I'm going to be finding glitter in places I don't want glitter for years to come." Because what seemed like a great idea at first, well, maybe not so great of an idea now. "But hey, none of this sparklepants shit, this is the skin of a killer don't you know." He smirked. "But I really wanted to get this part of the costume across, so had to go a little bit overboard with the body glitter. I guess no one is safe from me tonight if they end up getting a little too close."

"Thanks Finn, glad I could be of service," she said sarcastically. "One less thing? That sounds like you worry about me for every other thing," she teased back. "There's always one cat person in a sibling relationship, and I'm glad that it was Nate and not me."

"You are so welcome, though I feel like it would have been weird if I was living with you all. I'd be like the Mum no one asked to be there, that or the Uncle that just sort of hangs around and no one knows why." Finn shook his head, "Not every other thing, just some things. But it's my right as the eldest sibling to worry about you, pretty sure it get's written into your DNA upon the birth of younger siblings." He explained. "And yeah, I know if I were to get a pet it'd be a dog, not a cat. Not a big cat person, which is always a problem when I go over to Stella's because there are just cats everywhere."

Alison sighed, "Ugh, I wish," she replied. "Nate would kill me though if I brought home a dog. I was in that flat when Rory and Liam's dog infiltrated it, I do not wish to go through that again, even thought it was really cute. Maybe when I'm not living with Nate I'll get one, and I promise not to steal someone else's dog, even if they're cute. Right now I'll just have to deal with Nate's cat, who has a mutual agreement with me to stay our of each other's spaces, maybe sometimes give them some pets."

"Oh shit, I remember you telling me about that. Actually all the stories I heard from when Rory was living with the three of you sound like something right out of one of Nates' nightmares. So I can't imagine that would have been fun for you dealing with it all too." Finn commented with a low whistle, "Though I'm kind of glad it was you and not me, even if that does make me sound like a terrible person." He added. "But I'm glad you're not going to be stealing anyone's pet dogs, gives me one less thing to worry about when it comes to you." He teased. "At least you and Malcom have a mutual understanding, I swear he hisses at me every time I come visit, even if Nate says he doesn't. I must give off bad cat vibes."