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[He smiled watching Thomas, he did so enjoy playing with him] Shame [He offered with a sigh, not specifying to what he thought was a shame] Perhaps I should have asked for the other young man. Perhaps he would have been more, receiving.

[He grinned letting his fingers absently, briefly brush against Thomas' jaw] Are you sure you are well? You seem tense.

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[He doesn't flinch away as he probably should, just resumes his careful and precise undoing of the buttons on Wickham's jacket with a wholly unnecessary amount of focus.] It's up to you, of course, sir. I can have William sent for, if you'd prefer.

[He swallows thickly at the question, briefly catching Wickham's eye.] Perfectly well, thank you, sir.

[Though, from this distance, Wickham can probably smell the alcohol on Thomas' breath.]

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[He grinned, still invading Thomas' personal space far more than needed] You seemed more fun, [A deep sigh] if only you were willing to share whatever it was you were drinking.

Perhaps I should take a leaf from Shakespeare's Juliet book, see if there is a single drop left to steal from upon your lip.

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I... [Thomas meets his eyes steadfastly, his own eyes wide -- with panic? It isn't clear -- but he keeps his hands pressed to Wickham's chest, loosely holding on to the buttons of his coat.] I... wouldn't advise it, sir.

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[Wickham lays the tone of disappointment heavy onto his voice] Such a shame, you do have beautiful lips. But, if you advise against. Who am I to disagree with such a Gentleman.

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[Swallowing thickly, Thomas wordlessly moves behind him and helps to slip his arms from the sleeves of the coat before draping it across his arm, awaiting further instructions.] Will that be all, sir?

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I believe that is all you're willing to give...... I shall prepare for bed. If you could bring me two glasses....

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[He bows his head, excusing himself.] Right away, sir.

[But he doesn't to fetch the glasses as quickly as he could, having to stumble to a halt halfway down the corridor, bracing one hand against the wall while he rubs the over his flushed face. Ugh, if ever there was a time he could do with more to drink, this would be it.]

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[Wickham chuckled watching him leave as he finished undressing so that he was wearing only a loosely tied robe wondering if it would get a rise from the footman]