<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br/>Jereil grinned, glad his new friend was complient.  He was really looking forward to Edouard in particular; anyone -- or anything -- else would've been a disappointment, at this point.  He began to unbutton his shirt, watching his guest move closer with lightly labored breath.  A thought occured to him as the final moments before they became a mass of tangled parts passed; he didn't know his partner's name.  The notion caused him to hesitate, wondering what he might be calling out if he didn't ask.<br/><br/>"...You can call me Jereil," he offered, figured if nothing was given in return, he'd attempt to draw a blush with 'Master' or something equally satisfying and embarassing.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br/>location -- his bedroom</div>