It was rather foreign to him, these public displays of affection. The gentle touch on his hip made him flinch ever so slightly, but he recovered quickly and dropped a hand down to drape over the man's forearm in a relaxed manner. They only maintained the comfortably intimate position for a few moments, however, as they retired into the pew shortly after, settling in close to each other. Xavier perked up slightly when his companion spoke up, and he nodded quietly as he looked around the room.<br/><br/>“Despite how dull this place is I suppose it is all quite extravagant. The groom’s family set it all up, there’s only a small amount that he’s still in contact with, so my sister tells me, but those few are filthy rich. He’d part of some titled family, though he’s renouncing his title to marry my sister which she just finds to be the most romantic gesture she could ever imagine,” he explained quietly, though he couldn’t help himself from rolling his eyes dramatically at the idea of it all. As he spoke, Xavier slid a hand around to the back of the pew, resting his arm behind Dexter’s shoulders, sighing softly as he did so. “I personally don’t understand it though. Why would anybody give up that sort of position for a pretty face? I love my sister dearly, mind you, but it just doesn’t add up for me. Preparing to marry into an upper class for your whole life, educating yourself and attending tutor after tutor, lesson after lesson, just to throw it all away for something as fleeting as a romance. It’s not practical.”<br/><br/>Xavier shook his head in an exasperated manner at the thought of it, but he didn’t say anything more. He might have, but his train of thought was interrupted by an unfortunately familiar, gravelly voice sounding from the pew just behind his. He cringed just slightly at the greeting, “Why, Xavier, I was quite sure you were lying when you said you had a plus one for once.” Xavier twisted around, removing his arm from around Dexter as he turned to face a rather large man, with graying dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.<br/><br/>“Well, Father, it’s wonderful to know how much faith you place in my word,” the man commented dryly before standing and turning to face the gentleman completely. He stood at roughly six inches shorter than his Father, who’d always been one of the largest men he’d ever met both in terms of height and just sheer mass. He wasn’t fat by any means, but he was a massive slab of muscle, towering over nearly every individual he’d ever come across in his life in a rather intimidating manner.<br/><br/>“So, son, are you planning on introducing me to your plus one or are we just going to remain total strangers?” The man queried in a gruff manner. He clearly wasn’t exactly thrilled about the prospect of meeting his son’s lover, but he figured it’d be the proper thing to do considering the place that they found themselves now.<br/><br/>“Ah yes, Father, my apologies. I’d like for you to meet my boyfriend, Dexter. Dexter, this is my father, Lucius,” he murmured, dipping his head slightly to his father and bowing back to allow the pair to shake hands if they wished. His father, surprisingly enough to him, stuck out his hand towards Dexter in a rather abrupt manner.