Cyrus shuddered at his lover's words. He moved closer, and once he mentioned not hurting him more than he desired, he let out a small chuckle. "I like where this is going." It was as if a fire started in his heart; one that had been dormant for a very long time. "I have an apartment not far from here." He touched Demitriy's chest. "You should see it. I'm not a woman-- not any longer-- but I think i've managed to simulate a woman's touch. Especially in the bedroom." He stood up. "How about a dance first, though? Then we'll go to my apartment, get nice and hammered, then... we'll see what happens from there, dear..." He winked at Demitriy.