[Duce]

A compliment! Or...well..okay, so he was taking that as a compliment. Sue him for being all kinds of giddy about it. "Missing? The fuck is missing?" He asked, giving his hips a jut to the side, mentally adding I've even got the freakin' thong. The hell is missing? But there was no way in hell he was advertising his underwear to the world. Or..diminishing ownership thereof. His hands went to the bag he had over his arm, all his discarded punky clothes- damn they were freaking heavy when he wasn't wearing them. Fingertips tripped over his flashy false I.D., and he had to smirk to himself.

at least, until Eric came back, and he frowned. "You do anything to my butt here in the street, and you'll have to find your dick in a gutter." No anger, actual warning, or malice; his voice was calm conversational fact as he gave the vampire a look like he was trying to read his mind- before promptly spinning on a toe to clap one foot to the pavement, heels clacking with finality. The fuck was he-?

He stood still and stupid for a moment, looking over the thing. Sure, Eric had technically bought the whole damn outfit, but that he'd run back in to get him something was sort of...well, nice. It only slightly registered that it was probably his version of a collar- most s&m style places tended to have a sign of ownership..mostly so you didn't get raped in the ear with a pineapple.

"It uhh.." He swallowed, watching it glitter against his pale reflection before manning up and dropping his hand, a huffy look on his face underneath the bright rosy cheeks. "It doesn't really match, but I guess it's fine." Shit it was pretty. Like someone had melted Eric's hair down into gemstone form..Lips touched his skin and it was all he could do not to melt right there. And then the bastard was off and away. They would fucking play this game of 'better bastard' for the rest of time- but Michael was damn well determined to win. FUCK!

"First off," He started, putting his arms up behind his head like a model waiting for someone to take a shot of her tits- arms folded behind him with that damnable sex filled grin of his "Y'don' buy shoes like these without knowin' how t' walk in 'em." His had slid forward with a hidden motion of one hand, resting cockeyed over his brow as he swung his hips, teasing the shit out of the skirt as he sauntered outside; as though he could hear some silent feral beat that ground his hips left and right as he left the store- heading out enough to turn around and drop his hands, leaning forward as he faced the vampire; no doubt flashing the hell out of everything in the vicinity of his ass; sad vampire misses booty shots. He stood slowly; sliding hands from knees to thighs- high enough to flash the tops of his stockings before gripping the bottom of the skirt just shy of anything worth seeing, "Second, no princess will ever be as much fun as I am." And he tossed the skirt's hem down, the pleats bouncing and swaying as hands went to his hips. "Now lead the way Prince Charming."