He’s not mad - truly, he’s not - and as he’s not one to lash out on anyone, let alone people with whom he’s friends, he simply looks around, sarcastically gesturing with his hand to the empty - save the two of them - hallway before speaking, laughing quietly as he does so. “Then who did, Lukas? That imaginary man in the corner of the room?” He shakes his head, patting the taller of the two’s shoulder with a smile. “It’s fine; don’t worry about it, okay? It’s not like it’s irreplaceable. It’s cool.” 

He gives a slight shrug of his shoulders, followed by a nod of his head before speaking, his tone cordial. "Mhm. It worked." After the female gestures to her left, the mogul takes her hand in his and gently lifts it to his lips in order to press a gentle kiss to its back before linking arms with her. "Well in that case, lead the way, miss."

"I beg your pardon?" The other’s request, or for that matter, demand caught Lu Han rather off guard. His eyebrows raised and one of his hands made its way up into his locks, fingers combing through them as he searched for an answer, or at least something to say, in response. Wide, doelike eyes surveyed the man standing before him and fell upon his lips, and for a fraction of a moment, the businessman wondered exactly how they’d taste, or how they’d feel against his own. Blinking once, the idea left his brain, much to his happiness, and he spoke only after this, arms folding across his chest. “You know, it’d be far more polite to say please. But.. I’m willing to overlook that error of yours just this once. Next time, though, be sure to ask properly, all right?” The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile and a moment later, he reached forward to take the other male’s hand in his and bring it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against its back. Afterwards, a light chuckle escaped his lips as his coy smile spread into a grin. “How’s that? I’m afraid that’s all you’ll receive without asking nicely.”

The male that stood before him was honestly anything but unattractive. From his pronounced cupid’s bow to his slender figure to his eyes - those eyes that seemed to house the whole world, all of its promises and dreams - there was no doubt that this man was, well, to say the least, lucky when it comes to genes and DNA. Obviously, that’s not something he could say to this man, at least in those exact words. Throughout the course of his analyzing the other, Lu Han found himself staring and running his tongue along his lower lip, making the idea that he was absolutely checking the other out rather conspicuous. The only thing that shook him from his practically dazed state was the husky, yet gentle voice of the male standing before him. "Don’t look at me like that." As a result, Lu Han shook his head as if physically bringing himself back to reality. With a chuckle and a subtle shrug of his shoulders, he apologized. "Sorry about that, sir. It’s not exactly polite to stare, is it?" He leaned forward slightly, tapping the other’s shoulder almost playfully. "However, you should be proud. Or your parents should be, maybe. You’re pretty damn good-looking, if that’s not too bold of me to say."

He thought it’d just be another uneventful night at the bar with not much to see, no interesting faces, no interesting discussions, save the occasional and always awaited barfight that’s interesting for the first minute or two, but then minutes pass, and everyone’s shuffling out the door. He raised his beverage to his lips, fingers of his free hand idly drumming against the counter before him. Because of the monotonous proceeding of the evening, the businessman was quite surprised  when he heard the voice of a female beside him, and when he glanced over his shoulder, he noticed her taking a seat on the stool directly beside him. For fear that if he were to stay silent, the evening would be far too awkward for the two of them - imagine it, two people sitting exactly side by side, not saying a word. it’s strange to anyone looking into the situation, or anyone in their right mind, for that matter - he breaks the ice with a few short sentences, propping the elbow of his free hand up on the mahogany counter and resting his head on his fist. “Of all seats in this place,” he started, “You chose to sit directly next to me. There’s got to be some reason for that. Not that I’m complaining, though.” A coquettish smile graced his lips before he continued. “It’s against the rules of the universe to not be thrilled when someone gorgeous sits next to you.”

An eyebrow couldn’t help but quirk at the other’s words; the simple, disyllabic phrase echoed in his mind. "Make me." In all honesty, Lu Han didn’t exactly believe that that was a, well, typical response to the invitation he’d imposed on the other. All he had done was simply slip a familiar, gold tinted half-sheet of paper with three pieces on it: the address of his residence, a timeframe, and a set of information regarding the party he’d be hosting there in the near future. The other’s response, though, was simply to place it back in Lu Han’s hand, uttering those two words. It was for this reason that it took a moment for the young tycoon to form a response, and he paused a moment in thought while running his tongue along his lips before finally responding coolly. "Well," he began. "I can’t exactly force you to attend, but I’d appreciate your presence, though. It’ll be fun, trust me. I’m a seasoned professional when it comes to parties. I know we aren’t exactly as well acquainted as we could be, but see me there, and I’ll promise we could become the best of friends. So, what do you say?” With an expression that could be considered a hybrid of a smirk and a genuine smile of cordiality, he offered the invitation to the other a second time. “Will I be seeing you there?”

His eyes widened at the female’s demand, honestly quite perplexed by the situation. However, he’s never one to not reciprocate a grin, so as a result, rosy lips curled into a friendly smile, listening intently to the other. Slowly, he repeats, hands stuffed into his pockets casually. “Cafe. In 3 minutes.” With a slight chuckle and shrug of his shoulders, followed by a nod, Lu Han continues, in his usual lighthearted, mildly flirtatious tone. “Hey, I’m not one to pass up an opportunity to go to a cafe with a pretty lady. I’m in.”

Mm, a thought. { ' hums quietly for a moment, rosy lips of his pursing in thought before he speaks. } Well, I'm wondering if you're enjoying the s'mores, and also who you are, because you have stellar taste in music.