What a gentleman. Willing to give up his bed for a guy he just met. Lyle was also happy to see that he cared for his new suit so much. He'd have to get another tailored as a gift for his birthday or something. After taking off his watch Lyle just set his everything atop the dresser and undid the first dew buttons of his shirt.<br/><br/>"Go ahead and sleep shirtless. I don't mind."  He smiled sweetly and collapsed onto the bed. "And thanks for letting me bum around here. Going home really isn't an option right now." The bed smelled like Dante, a masculine smell mixed with.. Maybe cinnamon? Clove? Lavender? He couldn't put his finger on it, but it fit the singer well. He rolled on his back feeling creepy for trying to guess Dante's scent. His shirt rode up a bit from the action and exposed his smooth stomach and the top of his hips that dipped into his slacks. He had a shallow v-line and his belly button had two little holes where he could put a belly ring.