[Duce]

A cool slide along his face, and a sudden pressure against his neck and his head was swimming again, one hand reaching out by reflex to slap what he could reach of Eric's chest; Minutes. MINUTES of hard...concentrating...work stuff. And it was gone like that. His head came back again, and his hands gripped the edge of his skirt to tug it down as if it were the only thing he could do- not so much to keep it in place; as an anchor. For his hands. Which wanted to wander. He was disapointed almost to the point of whining like a pup when Eric pulled away; casting near feral eyes on the waiter as though he were encroaching on his personal space; but Eric had called him over, and was getting him the food he wanted. Needed.

Fine.

Shifting suddenly in his seat as soon as the man left and Eric stopped freakin' talking, he pushed one leg up and over, body twisting as he pushed himself onto Eric's lap; facing him as he settled over the other male's legs- reaching to the table for his fallen hat to pull back over his head before giving the red headed bastard a look of pure unbridled loathing and seething irritation. ..Alright so he probably gave him something close to 'hungry, have sex with me' but he tried. We worked with what we got. Go get 'em champ. Good goin' slugger. ...yeah.

He grabbed Eric's hands and pulled them over the back of his skirt- the thing riding up in his brand spankin' new position- and gave one quick demand. "Keep the back down- if y'don't, I'm gonna be pissed." And settled there like he was going to nap. Far from it of course; but it was all in the name of games! Of course. A challenge good sir, and all that jazz.

He thought for a moment about the comments...questions..statements..observations...w hat he'd said. And tapped a fingertip against the top of the vampire's spine- maybe a little harder than he meant to. "I been in a couple real bars- but I couldn' ever find a proper vampire bar. Thing about it..I wasn' a vampire, an nobody wanted t' share." He smirked, letting the hand wander down the back of the red headed bastard's shirt, drawing red lines as he did so. "An see.. I ain't called'ja a pedophile in hours. An here y'are juss doin' it yerself." He smirked wider, going up a little onto his knees to rake nails suddenly up the length of the green eyed male's spine and stop at his collar bone, fingernails making a hard slithering sound as they did so- rewarding him with little bits of flecked blood smearing behind him. Oooo he'd broken skin. Oops.

He didn't even realize he had his fingertips in his mouth until the odd metalic taste hit his tongue. Ooooooooooooooooooooh sparkly.

And he growled, brain going to puppy mush for a moment.