Austin was struck by the strange dichotomy that was Adrian. He was a good-looking man, he was well off, clearly he was talented with his hands and he seemed to have a keen intellect. He seemed to be a romantic too, kissing the back of his hand. And yet, he seemed so nervous around the brunet. What did he have to be nervous about? Perhaps it was because Austin was an escort? But he wasn't being treated any differently, which Austin loved. He had been secretly worried that his client would look down upon his job, that what he did for a living would make him seem like a second rate citizen, less worthy of respect, but clearly his fears had been unfounded.<br/><br/>Austin couldn't help but grin. "I think that's what we made in our woodworking class in grade nine. A pencil holder. Mine turned out pretty lopsided but I'm pretty sure my mother still has it at home," he admitted, with a slight laugh. It had been a fun class, and he'd wished they could have made more intricate things back in high school.<br/><br/>The brunet could feel the warmth linger on the back of his hand, where Adrian had kissed him. He'd never had anyone kiss his hand; it was oddly sweet but he liked it, a shy smile curling at the edge of his lips. "You're a secret romantic, aren't you?" He teased lightly before admitting, "I don't think many people are very romantic but my parents still are. They still write each other love notes or take each other out on a romantic date. Maybe it makes me a sap but I like it." Married over twenty five years and his parents were still as in love as ever.<br/><br/>The food and wine disappeared quickly, devoured by the both of them. Austin gathered up the empty dishes, asking if the other male had a dishwasher. He'd always been taught to clean up after himself, especially at a guest's house. Once that was taken care of, he peeked a glance at Adrian. "Did you want to show me your woodwork or...?" He thought he'd let the other man decide what they were going to do next.