Marco came to a halt after taking one small step out in front of Isaac so Roger could get a good look at him. He trained his wide green eyes down onto the stranger, his face remaining stretched into a passive expression though his gaze betrayed just a bit of his anxiety about the situation. He flushed slightly as the patron stared him down rather intensely, and he was forced to avert his eyes lest he break out in a cold sweat. This was one of the parts he hated most about taking on new clients: the way they examined him before laying down their cash. He felt like a prime slab of meat hanging in the window of a butcher’s shop, multitudes of men wandering past and drooling over him, imagining all the many ways they could have him served for their pleasure.<br/><br/>The young englishman took comfort in Isaac’s gentle touch, and he did his best to remain fully upright and exposed though all he really wished to do was collapse in on himself and pull his body into a tight, secure hug. Marco flinched at Isaac’s sudden and sharp exclamation regarding the man passed out in the chair beside Roger. He’d stretched out in his deep slumber and ended up sprawled across their guest partially. Marco couldn’t help but allow the faintest of smiles to crack his sullen features. He looked at Roger then, finding himself to be a bit less bashful when the man’s attention wasn't trained fully onto him. The gentleman was exceedingly handsome, he had to admit, despite the vision he put out initially with his ragged clothes. Marco imagine that if Isaac could get his hands on the man he could look absolutely dashing; he’d not fit in at the Tiger’s Den however, most of the boys that worked within the establishment catered to fairly singular tastes. They were bottoms, for the most part, and a vast majority of them were also submissives. It was what most men who wished to spend their time within a brothel wished for, after all. Roger didn’t exactly strike Marco as a man who wished to be penetrated, though he couldn’t quite be sure if he’d take over in the bedroom just yet.<br/><br/>After he’d finished removing the young man from his lap, however, there came Marco’s next least favorite topic: pricing. Again, he disliked be spoken of as though he was an inanimate object or perhaps a piece of livestock. He was, after all, standing right there as well and cognizant as ever, could he not negotiate for himself? Apparently Isaac didn’t think so. The prospect that his employer posed, however, was a rather lovely one, and suddenly he didn’t mind so much that the man had jumped in before he himself could offer up a price. He tipped his head back slightly so he could gaze at Isaac as the man began twirling a lock of hair about his pointer finger.<br/><br/>“Why yes, my dear, I would quite like that,” he whispered, his soft english lilt as charming as ever. He leaned up then, simultaneously reaching behind Isaac’s head to gently guide him downwards as he pressed a delicate, lingering kiss to his soft, full lips. After he broke the sweet little liplock he turned, smiling warmly down at Roger. The fact that Isaac would be present to supervise the pair gave him a significant boost in his fairly limited confidence; the fact allowed him to do what he was good at, and what made him the favorite of the few clients that he took on, his employer included. He stepped forwards slowly, doing his best to make his movements extremely slow and fluid. There would always be a bit of a hitch in his step due to a horrific past injury, the entire right side of his body was a bit stiffer than the left, and three old, scarred over stab wounds existed on the right portion of his lower back as evidence of why. In that moment they were covered of course, but perhaps once they’d retired to the bedroom and discarded their clothes the reason for his limp would be noticed by the near stranger.<br/><br/>“What do you think, love? Would you care to join us?” he whispered, reaching out and slipping his fingers through the man’s hair, running them over the side of his head before allowing his thumb to drop down behind his ear and trace along his beautifully cut jawline. His extremity made a detour just before it reached Roger’s chin, however, and it delicately traced over the man’s lower lip. He leaned in briefly as though he was going to offer him an adoring little kiss as well but at the last moment he turned his head ever so slightly, his lips brushing against the man’s cheek gently as he whispered, “Come, it’ll be such good fun.” He then dropped his hands down to gently close over Roger’s, interlacing their fingers and gently pulling the man up out of his seat with a pleasant smile.