<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">People tended to avoid asking for or listening to the gritty details of an escort's profession. Naturally, curiosity ran rampant in most of the people whose company he kept, but generally whatever questions came to their minds usually remained unspoken. Mulled over, but never voiced aloud. No one wanted to know what escorts did any more than a meat-eater wanted to know where his burger came from. Such things simply didn't require elaboration.<br/>
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Xavier was a bit different than most, however. Or at least their arrangement was different. He hadn't sought Dexter out for a cheap thrill or a bit of company during lonely hours. He didn't want him as the professional who could wine him, dine him, then fuck him senseless. Their agreement was in the very literal sense strictly business. Talking with him about the more intimate details of his job didn't feel <i>as</i> wrong and for his part, Xavier didn't seem to shy away from the topic. Neither did Liz, apparently, when she had pitched the idea to him in the first place, something that did well to inflate Dexter's already swollen ego.<br/>
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It certainly didn't help that Xavier wasn't all that bad to look at. It wouldn't have been too terrible spending a proper night with him, if only those icy walls were to come down just a touch.<br/>
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Not now, he reminded himself. His client was quiet thereafter and Dexter followed suit until they reached the venue. Perfectly manicured foliage with an abundance of bows and various pieces of luxurious decor emblazoned with glittering rhinestones, showcasing the extravagance of the event. Somehow he doubted that any of the decor was all that good for the flowers. "So you <i>do</i> plan on drinking." He chuckled, taking it upon himself to reach for his client's hand as they strolled into the greenhouse.<br/>
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"Something tells me you're an absolutely charming drunk," he teased, tugging Xavier closer to his side that he might lean in to whisper into his ear. "I wouldn't mind finding out." Despite knowing full well the other man's intentions with him - nonsexual as they were - it wasn't in his nature to turn off his flair for flirtation.</span>