The tailor seemed to float away to work when Nathaniel shifted to allow Markus a better position. This was Markus's favorite way to sit on him usually and though Nathaniel loved the feeling of the things he owned showering him with appropriate affection, he was, indeed, distracted for now. He was a little put off by a lot of little things and when he receded into his own plans, he was chilly.
Markusis crooning brought him back, but he only huffed in response. "I am always exhausted, my love." He absently stroked Markus's cheeks. It was almost cute in a way. They seemed almost normal. "It comes with the territory. If I could shirk my responsibilities to dote on you, I would. But I have to clean up the city, don't I? And I have to attend festivities to keep up appearances."
Whatever he decided to wear that night was going to be burned as soon as he returned. The common filth was not allowed in this house. His house. He'd complete these minor obligations, and then in the morning, he would get to work. Start at the top and work his way down since these wealthy slobs couldn't keep the place organized between their lavish spending and exorbitant dullness.
"Maybe I should arrange for a meal in my honor. Something a little more filling than whatever flesh bags eat."
Markusis crooning brought him back, but he only huffed in response. "I am always exhausted, my love." He absently stroked Markus's cheeks. It was almost cute in a way. They seemed almost normal. "It comes with the territory. If I could shirk my responsibilities to dote on you, I would. But I have to clean up the city, don't I? And I have to attend festivities to keep up appearances."
Whatever he decided to wear that night was going to be burned as soon as he returned. The common filth was not allowed in this house. His house. He'd complete these minor obligations, and then in the morning, he would get to work. Start at the top and work his way down since these wealthy slobs couldn't keep the place organized between their lavish spending and exorbitant dullness.
"Maybe I should arrange for a meal in my honor. Something a little more filling than whatever flesh bags eat."
