When the door opened, Les was standing before it with eyes closed, trying to pick apart the smells as they wafted toward him. As the air floated toward him, it was like a sensory wave, cool air matched with a rich scent. He loosened from his stance, felt himself lean into the room before he even opened his eyes to peer within, then looked up to his client with hungry, hopeful eyes. Les opened his mouth to speak before he caught the felid staring and closed it, allowing Jiang to pull him apart and piece him together with his gaze before greeting him. He pressed his lips together into a flirty smile, tilting his head to one side. This guy was cute. Very cute.<br/><br/>"Coffee? Toast? For me?" he teased, looking up to take in the man's warm, nervous anticipation before sauntering in. "Sounds wonderful. Lead the way, babe." Inside the apartment, the smell melded into something warm and comforting, like sitting on the floor of his childhood apartment watching cartoons as his father got dressed for church. Like waking up at ten in the morning, watching cars pass from the balcony. Like cuddles and breakfast in bed after a heavy night with a lover. Perhaps not the visceral response one wanted to elicit from their paid companionship, but still nice. No matter, Les was gathering the sense that this guy was either into some incredibly tepid foreplay or that this would be one of his tame outings.<br/><br/>Once he had taken a few steps inside, the door now shut behind him, Les took in his surroundings for a moment before turning back to his client. He looked the felid up and down, observing his soft fur mixed with sharp features, his bright silver hair tamed by a grey cap. While it was normal for him to feel inappropriately clothed meeting clients, often wearing shorts and a crop top while his company sat in stuffy suits and business attire, he didn't know quite how to feel at Jiang's dress. He definitely felt out of place, so loose and casual in military green, thigh-high shorts and rolled denim sleeves standing alongside the pressed grey fatigues.<br/><br/>He lifted his fleshy hand, letting it hover over the red flag on the felid's chest before tittering, "I feel very underdressed." He licked his lips, then followed Jiang's neck back to his face before smiling and shrugging. With a sharp pivot on one foot, he shoved his hands back into his pockets and sauntered into the living space.<br/><br/>Les' eyes fell to the platter of toast before coasting to the coffee pot, a slight dribble leaking into the pot. Setting his forearms on the counter, he leaned into it, taking in the atmosphere. Perhaps not what he was expecting, but definitely cute. Still, it was only just the beginning of their scheduled evening together. There was plenty of time for him to ease those careful fatigues off.<br/><br/>"I like a little sugar and a lot of cream," he informed, maintaining a charming smile as he rested his chin on his palm. Les eyed the toast but decided against reaching for it, waiting for his companion to make his first move. He wanted to maintain some level of courtesy as he figured this cat-man out-- although that didn't mean he would shy away from pushing buttons. "So, Jiang," he started, feeling his name in his mouth, tasting it. "How do you like yours?"