“Lovely!” Isaac clasped his hands together joyfully once he was finished dolling up his little product. He circled Marco a few times, making pointless micro adjustments, and fluffing and ruffling the male’s hair until he was pleasantly satisfied. “I'm sure he'll not be bothered in the slightest,” Isaac assured Marco, “twenty minutes is hardly a fraction of what I would have liked to spend…” he walked over to the door, opening it for himself and Marco. He let Marco out first, and threw in his gloves and cape. He shut, and locked Marco's suite.<br/><br/>He held his head high, and he walked with his hand resting on Marco's shoulder. He took note of the aloof prostitutes, and their icy gazes as Marco passed them. The fresh faced new prostitutes herded together, smiling softly at their employer as he passed, but most quickly turned their nose up at the smaller man in front of him. Isaac looked down to see Marco's gaze directed at the floor. “As generous as I am, I will not sit back and let toxicity fester in my establishment.” He said lowly, when it was just he and Marco in the hallway. “If anyone gives you trouble, my darling, do not hesitate to let me know.” His voice faded into a whisper as they came down the staircase into the sanguine lit lobby.<br/><br/>Isaac put on his pleasing smile as he noticed a few gentlemen in suits. The men took a seat at a table, Isaac's gaze lingered on them for a moment before he looked over to where Roger had been patiently waiting for them. “There he is,” Isaac said, although looking at him now, he wondered if Marco was picturing someone a little more ritzy than the shabby man. “I said he was unique.” Isaac’s tone sounded optimistic, like the voice of a man trying to convince his wife to buy a house with the roof caving In on itself, on the basis that it had a great view. Roger waved. Isaac uncouthly waved back. “Let's go over to him.”<br/>Isaac ushered Marco over to the man.<br/><br/>Roger’s ears did not deceive him, because Isaac entered the lobby with a smaller man close to him. The two of them together were extraordinary, Roger thought. Isaac was a beautiful man in his own right, and the other man who he assumed must have been Marco was beyond adorable. Isaac really thought roger would please a little princess like that? What kind of stuff did he tell him in order to get that boy to even come down here? Roger suddenly felt nervous, which totally defeated isaacs order for him to look handsome. Not only that, the exhausted young man sleeping soundly next to him had gotten a spot drool on his shirt. He only noticed it now, cause he could feel the dampness touching his skin.<br/>He noticed Isaac give his favorite prostitute a reassuring glance. Damn, he'd have to try hard to live up to the image he created for himself. No, wait, the Image Isaac created for him. Damn that man, why did he have to be such a good salesman? He could probably sell you air if he tried.<br/>“This is my sweet Marco, isn't he lovely?” Isaac tousled Marco's hair, and smoothed over the fabric of his shoulders.<br/>“A rhetorical question?” Roger raised his eyebrows as he looked the young man over. He then shot a glance at Isaac, who seemed almost mad that he didn't get to the statement first. “Yes, he is. A real cutie,” Roger looked towards Marco, giving him a smile. He studied Marco. He couldn't take his eyes off his jade gaze. Those dark circles made the color of his eyes pop in an uncanny way. He and Isaac both had that feature about them, which is why they looked so good together.<br/>Roger had very plain eyes, brown, and uninteresting in his own opinion. The two men before him were like figures of myth.<br/>Suddenly a pair of heeled shoes found themselves in Roger's lap as the young man asleep in the chair stretched out.<br/>“Ugh, Lu!” Isaac pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “I have to reschedule him for morning shift, he can't keep falling asleep wherever he pleases.”<br/>Roger simply laughed at the action, and then carefully moved the young man into a more comfortable position. The curly haired boy wrapped his arms around the back of the chair, and nuzzled into it.<br/>Roger looked back towards Marco, once he was certain the sleeping prostitute wouldn't throw more of his body at him. “So, what price range are we talking?"<br/>"not so fast there, Roger," Isaac said, tutting softly. "I have a special offer. You see, I would hate for anything to go wrong where I couldn't be with my sweet," Isaac pulled Marco close to him, his hand petting the shorter man's shoulder, Roger seemed to catch onto Isaac's hint quickly, but held his tounge, as he knew Isaac wasn't finished talking. "So, I'll split the cost of a full nights rental if I can join."<br/>"You mean, like. Join-" Isaac shushed Roger with his finger.<br/>"Yes, join." Isaac looked down at Marco, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. "What do you think? Would you like me to come along?"