<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thomas Malcolm<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Senior Copywriter<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Comfortable dress shirt, white slacks, Loafers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Resident of Room 8 (Devon)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Not at the moment<hr/><br/>Thomas tilted his head. The thought of in-company relationships, and the trouble that they brought had come to his mind, but he had stopped worrying about that sort of thing a while ago. That was to say, if their boss decided to put a good look into the sex life of one Thomas Malcolm, there would be a lot more to find than a one-night-stand with a delicious young man. He would likely be in trouble for his other in-company relationships, to the point where a fun night like the one that he had shared with Connor... Devon, Thomas mentally corrected himself - Would be pretty irrelevant.<br/><br/>As the younger man quickly stood, keeping the pillow covered over his midsection as he scrambled for some clothes, Thomas had to stop himself from making a quip along the lines that Devon needn't worry about him, as it was nothing he hadn't seen, touched, caressed and stroked before. But while that was true, Devon appeared to be a little uncomfortable about the his appearance, and so, he refrained from any kind of comment. Besides, even if he had seen it all before, it didn't entitle him to make that kind of remark. As rough as Thomas could be in the right situations, he tended not to cross the line into downright rude.<br/><br/>As Devon dressed himself, Thomas stepped over to his own bed, testing the strength of it with his hands - and old habit, acquired after learning the hard way that not all hotel beds were made equal - before sitting down on it, leaning forward with his elbows to his knees and hands interlocking, making sure not to stare at the young man's perfect form as he acquired some clothes. Beauty was difficult not to admire openly, after all. He did turn his full attention and the formidable gaze of his pale blue eyes on him once he was finished getting dressed.<br/><br/>"It was a... very memorable night," Thomas said, his voice soft, his eyes sort of fading, glazing over as memories took over for a long second, bringing a smile to his face before he brought himself back to the present," At least, it was for me."