"You certainly look the part," Bagoas notes with blatant amusement while the fingers of his right hand find the nape of Josef's neck for a bit of a fondle of soft hair and skin.

That it was only ever one pretty youth and one tumble in a secluded area is inconsequential.

"I think...words like that are better spent whispered into someone's ear than written down. Face to face, eye to eye. With the promise of a proper bed a valid one, rather than merely wishful thinking."