A rush of electricity erupted along Quinn's spine at Mikkel's bold suggestion, eliciting a subtle eyebrow raise from the young man and a soft, breathy noise leaving his lips slightly parted. A crack in the armor. He could feel Mikkel's eyes on him as he continued to stare at the painting, though now his mind was so distracted by possibilities that all of de Sagazan's detail seemed to melt together like the man on the canvas. Quinn could see nothing but a nondescript mass of muddy color as he stared blankly, bringing a hand up to his cheeks when he felt a surge of warmth there. “You're right, I do believe we discussed you entertaining me with something a little more intriguing,” Quinn relented with a knowing grin. He quickly inhaled before forgetting about the painting altogether, as if preparing himself to return Mikkel's determined gaze. Meeting the older man's eyes was nothing short of thrilling; he could feel soft hairs stand up on the back of his neck in response.<br/><br/><i>What breed of man are you?</i>Quinn thought, following the line of Mikkel's strong jaw. Intelligent, clearly. Handsome. Charming. Erudite. Suggestive but not improper. He considered the image of many older men who had attempted to flirt with him before, waving their fat wallets or impressive occupations in his face as if to tempt his libido with the promise of prestige by proxy. While appreciating an extensive vocabulary and natural ability to exude sophistication, being rich and well-versed were not the only requirements to luring Quinn into bed.<br/><br/>And yet... whatever Mikkel was,<i>whomever </i>he was, Quinn felt his breath catching in his throat at the idea of being taken back to Mikkel's home, where surely he could discover more about the mysterious man than he ever could in this museum, quietly surrounded by security cameras and the ears of strangers.<br/><br/>“As much as I bemoan the lost opportunity of spending a quaint evening enjoying French cuisine, I'm intrigued by your invitation,” Quinn admitted. He ran long, elegant fingers through his hair, brushing away his protective screen so Mikkel could see him more fully as they stared at one another, the young man deciding he no longer needed to play coy.<br/><br/>“Were you planning on setting a date for my visit, or where you thinking of something a little more... immediate?”