The few quiet moments of electrified anticipation gave Quinn an opportunity admire the house's exterior, elegant in design and fitting for man with distinct tastes and a vast disposable income at his fingertips. His hand brushed against the meticulously placed cold stone, finding aesthetic pleasure in the natural tones. A smile perched at his lips as the front door swung open, demanding his attention.<br/><br/>"Thank you for having me, Mikkel. It's beyond lovely to see you again." Quinn glided across the threshold, stepping into the surgeon's beautifully maintained home. The young man was not disappointed as he allowed his eyes to casually roam across the modern decor, taking note of the simple neutral color scheme and appropriate furniture. Mikkel Ostergaard's home was clean, organized, and hardly looked as though anyone lived it in at all. Just how Quinn preferred it.<br/><br/>"Your home is stunning," he purred, heels of his patent leather shoes clicking softly against the floor. He slowly made his way through the open living room space, running his fingers against the back of a couch to feel the quality material. The room dripped of richness and finery, a classic sophistication, alluring but not overstated. It spoke to Quinn, inspiring confidence that perhaps he had made the right choice in accepting Mikkel's invitation. But the night had only just begun, and there was still too much left ambiguous. Quinn had yet to decide where this night would end. That would all depend on Mikkel.<br/><br/>"Something to drink? Let's see," he pondered, tilting his head back slightly to scent the air. "I smell meat cooking. Definitely red. Though not quite beef?" He sniffed again, attempting to place it, but found himself unable to narrow down the source of the fulfilling aroma. "I admit, this is as close as I can get," he confessed, grinning. "However, knowing what I<i>have</i>been about to surmise about our meal, I'm partial to requesting something along the lines of a syrah or pinot noir. This is all assuming you're a wine man, of course."<br/><br/>Ambivalence flashed across as his face as he considered his next choice. To sit, wait, and stare, or to take a more active role in their evening? They may be conducting their date on Mikkel's playing ground but that did not mean Quinn had to remain a passive participant. "Does my presence merit a friendly tour or do you wish to keep me confined to one area of your charming domicile?" Quinn teased, returning to Mikkel's side after his brief wanderings.