Isaac ceased once his hand was batted away. He placed it back in his lap in his typical uppity fashion. He was glad to see his lover stirring, but did the man ever look so exhausted. Even on nights the both of them spent tangled together, on edge, and raw from rough play, he’d never seen a tiredness that intense in the man’s sleepy eyes. The air in the room smelled so sour, Isaac was used to the smell by now, but today it was a little more powerful than Isaac could stand.<br/><br/>Isaac waved the smoke away as it creeped towards his face. He grabbed his own cup of tea, and held it with a hand cupping the bottom of the mug, and the other gripping the handle daintily. He mostly needed the strong smell of peppermint under his nose to overpower the heavy odor of the smoke. “I think you're forgetting that you do in fact, have a job here.” Isaac stated, then sipped his tea. He tried not to be hard on Marco, he understood the young man had his reasons for his behavior, but it was hard not to be hard on him.<br/><br/>“I’m not saying that to punish you, but darling,” Isaac took note of the packed ashtray, and empty alcohol bottle. His eyes followed the form of the young man next to him. He set his tea down in a slow movement, trying not to spill any of the contents onto his expensive gloves. He brushed some hair out of his face. Despite looking quite undesirable right now, Marco was so pretty when he was tired. Isaac’s expression softened. “You're not going to make any money if you keep up this poor routine of yours.” His hand trailed down to the side of marco’s face. His thumb gently stroked his cheekbone as he cupped the other male’s head in his gloved hand. Isaac didn't mind helping Marco get by, after all, Isaac had plenty to go around, but if the other workers found out about isaac playing favorites, they would not be happy.<br/><br/>The smoke was starting to get to Isaac, making his eyes water. He let Marco’s head go, and then walked over to the window, pushing it open and relishing in the cool breeze as it flushed most of the haze out of the room. He turned his back to the window, and orange light traced the edges of his silhouette. “Now, the reason I got you up at this godforsaken time,” he started, parroting Marco’s tone, “There is a gentleman downstairs. He’s been here plenty of times, a lot of the boys here really like him. I want you,” he paused, looking Marco in the eyes. “To go see him.”<br/><br/>He curled his nose. “However,” he fanned his hand in front of his face, voice stiff as he was still trying not to breath in the smoke. “You smell dreadful, my dear.” Isaac reached into his suit pocket, pulling out a dainty little bottle of fragrance. He almost looked at it mournfully as he gave the air around him a few spritzes of what could only be described as a pleasant, flowery scent, with what would seem to be the smallest hint of cinnamon dolce. “I’ll prepare a hot bath for you,”<br/>He removed his gloves, and fashion cape. The suit underneath the cape was tapered at the waist, and it really brought out Isaac's hourglass frame. He walked over to Marco, taking him by both hands and standing him up. They were chest-to-chest, or, they would be if Marco was tall enough. The top of marco’s head was barely below isaac’s collarbone. Isaac tilted marco’s head up so he could look into his eyes.<br/><br/>“I told the gentleman you were good, so you have to make yourself presentable for him, okay?” Isaac said, holding marco’s head gently. “Maybe i’ll curl your hair, won't that be lovely?” Isaac ran his finger’s through the other male’s hair. Marco did have a bit of a subtle curl, but Isaac loved it when he curled marco’s hair just a little bit more. It was just that extra oomph that made isaac swoon for him. "So, bubbles, or no?"