#dimitease

"It does not exactly fall under my profession, but I wouldn't go so far as to say I have never... entertained someone in this fashion prior."  He chuckled, lowering himself to press down with a bit more force, a hand sliding along shoulder to grip lightly at his upper arm. "Why do you ask?"

Raising his eyes, a grin pulling at his lips, he chuckled, having recognized the mien of the male requesting such brazen a request. It was the bookkeeper that he had encountered, the one who found so much pleasure in shelving. “Fancy meeting you again.” He chuckled, gesturing to a chair pushed up against the wall. “Please, take a seat.” Lighting upon his lap weightlessly, he slung his forearms over the male’s shoulders, hips starting to lightly grind down, fingers playing familiarly among chestnut locks. “What strange circumstances we find ourselves in, do you not agree?”

He supposed he should sit. Humans were fond of sitting when possible. He wasn't sure if it was because they were easily exhausted, or if it was simply out of social custom that they found it uncomfortable to be standing for anything but brief periods of time.  Looking about, he had smiled, finding an empty window seat, tucking himself neatly against the frame, pulling his legs up, resting the book that he had selected at random in his lap.  He wasn't very fond of reading if it wasn't completely silent. The words would slip off the page, and it was an ordeal catching all of them to make sense of it if there were any disturbances.  Instead, he focused his attentions on a male that hadn't been sitting, instead organizing the shelves.  Perhaps he worked there?  Ren wasn't sure.  But you could never really be sure about anything when it came to mortals.

I'll make you one when I get back again :)