Marco's comfort with the idea was obvious, and Roger had noticed that he wasn't as rigid and meticulously poised as he had been a moment ago. He could only imagine what would make a prostitute feel nervous about a client, but he could think of a number of things. Marco had every right to be suspicious, after all, you never knew who was going to take you on. He glanced for a moment at the young man sleeping in the chair, who Isaac regarded as Lu. His lower lip had a scab on it, his eyeliner was streaked down his cheeks. There was light bruising around his dainty neck. Was it alright for him to keep sleeping there? Isaac did mention something about the guy sleeping wherever he wanted. He turned his focus back over to the two in front of him.<br/>Their kiss was choreographed with such grace. If that was an attempt to pique his interest, it was working quite well. He didn't feel weird watching them, after all, they’d all be in bed soon. Speaking of that, he didn't really know how the three of them would arrange themselves, so to speak. He didn't have much time to think about it, as the two men separated from their kiss, and he found Marco's eyes on him. The young man moved in a unique way, roger’s eyes darted to the boy’s leg for only a moment before his attention was stolen by Marco's hand. He let the fingers run through his hair, an action that made his skin prickle with goosebumps.<br/><br/>Isaac watched Marco approach Roger, smiling coyly at his little pet’s confidence.<br/>Roger was a little unprepared for Marco's next move, was he going to be kissed now? His eyelids fluttered shut, then suddenly he felt soft lips brush over his cheek instead, and a whisper sent chills down his spine where they festered in the pit of his stomach. Marco's hands pulled him up out of his seat. He stood with his mouth somewhat agape, and locked eyes with Isaac, who was still smirking with pride.<br/><br/>“If you really want that kiss, you'll come along, darling.” Isaac stepped up behind Marco, placing his hands on his shoulders. “What's causing the hesitation?”<br/><br/>“I, uh,” Roger's eyes shifted between the men, and there was a hint of a blush on his cheek. “You put so much effort into hyping me up to be this…” roger couldn't finish his sentence before isaac shushed him. The look on his face was that of grim acceptance, at this point, he was used to Isaac's somewhat rude gesture of affection.<br/><br/>“Don't worry about that, just worry about the lovely young man you'll be sleeping with this evening.” Isaac’s finger danced down Marco's cheek.<br/><br/>“Men,” Roger corrected him, and Isaac suddenly flushed red.<br/><br/>“I did say that, didn't I?” He turned his face away shyly. “Well!” Isaac proclaimed, clapping his hands together as he tried to distract the other two from his flustered expression. “Since my involvement in this is unquestionable, might I suggest we spend the evening at my estate?”<br/><br/>“What's wrong with my house?” Roger questioned, “we could walk-” yet again the man was interrupted by a gloved finger to his lips.<br/><br/>“My dear Marco has no shoes,” Isaac pointed to Marco's bare feet. “He could step on some glass, or any of the filth on that street. We will take the car.”<br/><br/>Roger nodded thoughtfully. Isaac was so extra. He didn't want to tell it to his face, but maybe he just didn't understand what life was like when you could just run a brothel and own a fucking estate.<br/><br/>“Carry Marco to the car, I don't want his feet getting dirty.” Isaac ordered, and Roger shrugged, submitting to his fate. Isaac motioned for them to follow, but stopped at the table with the two suited gentlemen. He spoke to them in a language that had to have been Spanish. Roger didn't have to guess what Isaac was saying, as one of the men had gotten up from his seat to go take the passed out Lu back to his suite. The other man got up too, and began following the three of them to the back door that lead to the parking lot. Isaac looked over his shoulder, giving Roger the queue to carry Marco. An absurd guesture, he thought, but that was Isaac for you.<br/><br/>"Sorry about this in advance." Roger said, lifting Marco with ease. The young man was much lighter than he anticipated, and he could feel his bony frame. One arm was supporting Marco's upper back, and the other was cupped under his knees.<br/><br/>“Is he always so bossy?” Roger asked.<br/>Isaac was a bit ahead of them, and busy chatting, or, listing instructions to the poor chauffeur as they walked. The parking lot only had one car in it, if that's even what you could call it.<br/>Roger almost dropped Marco at the sight of the thing. He should have expected Isaac to settle for nothing less than a limousine, although this one was on the more humble spectrum when it came to limousines. But it was still a mother fucking limousine! That they were driving to his goddamned estate! He couldn't tell if he was happy, or pissed off. God this guy had so much money. And to boot, he had the cutest prostitute wrapped around his finger. But that cute prostitute was currently in his arms.<br/>“You may put him in the car now,” Isaac held his hand out to an open limousine door, and Roger carefully sat Marco in the back seat. The two men entered after him.<br/>Roger gazed around the limousine, surprised at the roomieness of the vehicle. “You think there's enough room back here to…” he thought out loud, and Isaac looked quite surprised.<br/>“Well, of course, but the chauffeur!” Isaac said in a hushed voice. He then heard the mechanical sound of the chauffeur’s window sliding closed. Isaac narrowed his eyes on Roger. “Thank you, now the chauffeur thinks we're back here behaving like animals.”