"I'd absolutely help you pick out something nice," he says lightly, and though the words are soft and easygoing, his tone is anything but. He knows precisely what Armand looks like unclothed, and the titillation of seeing him in lace and silk is not lost of Ganymede in any way at all. And it isn't just about the looks of him either: Armand is a powerfully sexual man, and he knows it, and he knows exactly how to leverage that. Ganymede would be a liar indeed if he didn't find that a hell of a turn-on. The suffusion of pleasure through him at the idea is undeniably intimate, and he shifts while they're walking to brush Armand, halfway through the next room on their wandering journey. The museum is set up well, the rooms are in a vague enough sequence to feel random as they walk, though there is gentle steering in the layout for the crowds. It's not quite packed with tourists today, though the gentle and insistent rain outside may draw more of them as the hours wear on.
"You know I'm happy to be your friend, Armand. However that happens," he says. It may never be more than that again, and Ganymede can live with such a future, though of course he would enjoy things otherwise as well. "Romance is not only confined to the sexual adventures in my life, you know." He'd love to take his friend out dancing sometime, to see him smile among the people who are by nature welcoming and buoyant with easy affection while they swap partners all night. He's not professional at it by any means, but it's fun, and Ganymede enjoys the company while it lasts.
He smiles at the thought, and on nothing but a whim takes Armand's hand to lead him into a little twirl as they walk. It doesn't go any further than only that, he isn't looking to make it a full dance in the middle of the room, but he chuckles as he watches his companion turn gracefully. "We could. I haven't been back to Florence in years. I fear the authorities might not take kindly to me posing in-kind for the comparison, though. Considering how I posed for it back then," Ganymede chuckles.
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"You know I'm happy to be your friend, Armand. However that happens," he says. It may never be more than that again, and Ganymede can live with such a future, though of course he would enjoy things otherwise as well. "Romance is not only confined to the sexual adventures in my life, you know." He'd love to take his friend out dancing sometime, to see him smile among the people who are by nature welcoming and buoyant with easy affection while they swap partners all night. He's not professional at it by any means, but it's fun, and Ganymede enjoys the company while it lasts.
He smiles at the thought, and on nothing but a whim takes Armand's hand to lead him into a little twirl as they walk. It doesn't go any further than only that, he isn't looking to make it a full dance in the middle of the room, but he chuckles as he watches his companion turn gracefully. "We could. I haven't been back to Florence in years. I fear the authorities might not take kindly to me posing in-kind for the comparison, though. Considering how I posed for it back then," Ganymede chuckles.