Well let me order us some wine and then we can get to the real fun.
[ She picks something random and fancy-sounding from the menu, and dials room service to ask it be delivered to her room. Two glasses, yes. Thank you. ]
[ Eggsy has a mind to shrug off his suit jacket, but then he remembers that he's got two pistols holstered on his shoulders and thinks--shit, is she gonna think this is the sexy kind of dangerous or the scary kind-- so excuse him, Lys, if he sort of misses what she's just said because he has his hands looking like they're paused on the buttons of jacket and a mild look of alarm on his face. ]
Right. If anyone asks, I'm just a well-dressed tailor who does suits and shit.
And--hey, fine by me. [ And he sets them down vewy, vewy carefully on a coffee table. And then he shoots her a wildly flirtatious look, his fingers touching an arm of his glasses. ] What about glasses? On or off?
[ She saunters over, pressing herself right up against him as she reaches up to gingerly take them off (for all she knows, they could be another special gadget and she doesn't want to electrocute herself.) ]
[ She reaches up and grabs his tie again, to start guiding them towards the bed. No sooner to the back of her legs bump the mattress then there's a knock at the door, and a muffled voice announcing "Room service!" ]
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