Trenton glanced towards the young Peter once more, after he got his glass of Champagne and turned to lean against the counter. His green eyes shift between Dante and Peter, and there was this amused, slightly shark-like smirk on the Lawyers face, once he noticed Dante's motions.<em>"Good afternoon Mr. Vickers. It's been a while, has it not? Out for some fun again, I take it?" </em>Came the Lawyers smooth voice, loud enough for Dante to hear. And Peter will hear it as well, more than likely.<em>"Why don't you join me for a drink, hm?" </em>Trevor asked Dante, and he arched an eyebrow, with a rather knowing grin.<em> "So much easier to talk...business...over a nice glass of Dom Pèrignon."</em><br/><br/>And once again, while he obviously spoke to Dante, Trenton's eyes travel to the fresh meat..err...Peter. It was so very tempting, after all. Peter was no doubt new to the bath. He never saw him before. And Trenton was certain that he would remember such a handsome, innocent face. And he probably could remember if he fucked the boy before.<br/><br/>In his mind, Trenton was already thinking of all kinds of things he would want to do with the young man and his probably tight ass. He already could hear the boy scream, and he already could see him writhe and pant.<em>"Mmmh.."</em>Trenton moaned out softly, barely audible.