Once again, the youth noted, pretty boy was posed like a prima donna. Though it was possible this posturing was less intentional than the last, something whispered in the back of his mind that it wasn’t. Not that it mattered really; it was simply amusing to watch. Lips still quirked in that expressive smirk, Taelon lazily pushed off the frame letting his arms fall easily to his side. He lingered a moment in the archway, watching the blond that much longer, before he crossed over to the bed.
Bare feet padded silently over the carpet and a hand dropped to run over the coverlet upon reaching the mattress’ edge. Much like the rest of the flat, the bed spoke of the elegance and comfort the ancient dwelt in. Elegance similar to what he’d left behind. His smirk growing with the thought, emerald eyes lifted to the vampire to view the elder through dark lashes.
“My shirt hm?” Knowing the article of clothing would’ve hardly compounded what the other was supposed to be after, he offered Lazarus a small shrug before turning his back to him and sitting upon the bed’s edge. Slender fingers slipped to play thoughtlessly with the bottom hem, as he quite briefly contemplated the request. Without voicing his thought process, or giving much indication to it at all actually, he worked the skin-grabbing vinyl over his head and tossed it aside.
With a shiver, the damp strands of hair cool against his bared skin, Taelon turned to draw a knee up on the bed and to get a better look at the lounging male. Without the shirt, it was easier to recognize Lazarus for what he was…The pale flesh an intense contrast to his own. Lingering there, he watched the elder in wait a dark brow lifting as if to ask.. ‘what now’.