"Oh. Black." Jiang responded, still feeling somewhat in shock. He'd never had someone....never even dreamed someone would...well, look at him like that. Or act like this. It was fairly alien to his experiences and he couldn't help but be...fascinated. The Lesley moved, the way he acted was...interesting. Intriguing. He'd spent his life with soldiers. Or fighters at least. And his childhood had not been the type to allow for romance. Or such...fancy. His heart fluttered, just a little, as Lesley smiled again. That was rare too. He was an officer. A stickler for regulation and the rules. It wasn't often he was favored with a smile.<br/><br/>He found he wanted to see it more often.<br/><br/>He poured out a mug of coffee for himself, pausing only to shuffle some creamer and sugar towards Lesley. Along with an empty mug. Jiang paused again, for a few seconds. "I'll uh...get you some." He flashed Lesley a quick smile that he hoped hid his state of mind. Everything felt....a bit tingly. A bit more real. It helped to distract himself. Pouring coffee, he noted, as he filled Lesley's mug with his customary efficiency, did just that. He handed it over without any further delay....then noticed that the callboy's gaze had been drifting to the toast and cursed himself. He was the host, yes? He was supposed to anticipate...<br/><br/>Well. Needs.<br/><br/>A sudden, irrational thought struck like lightning.<br/><br/>Did that still apply in this situation? Lesley was being compensated for his time. So was he truly the host or...? Jiang wrestled with the thought for a few seconds, before leaving it aside. It felt like it should apply, so he would act as though it did. It certainly did, in all honesty. He was simply all nerves at the moment. "You can help yourself to the toast. It's for you. And no trouble." He flashed Lesley another smile.  He let the silence drag on for a bit. Trying to think of what to say next. Then....he recalled that he should probably be sitting. So he did.<br/><br/>"So. I hired you for...."<br/><br/>Jiang felt a blush creep onto his cheeks. "I'm not interested in....sex. Right now. I....might be later. Right now...." He felt his ears descend, pressing down against his scalp. This was somewhat humiliating to admit. "I just....want someone to talk with. To be honest. I haven't....had anyone over for some time. And I'm starting to..." He laughed, nervous. Then drowned that laugh in a sip of coffee. "...Well, I feel like I'm going a bit mad. Stir crazy I guess. And Ryo had nothing but good things to say about you. So.....I was hoping we could....like I said. Talk."