His gaze never left Atticus, studying him like he had done before. A slight smile played around his lips, the man was easy to read. The gaze to his hair, the bite to his lip. He was contemplating and trying to keep his cool.<br/>Ryan found it to be cute.<br/><br/>"You have? I'm flattered," he said low "And an addiction, hm? I thought riding the dragon was more your style...? Though..." he flicked his gaze down his own body and pulled his shirt off, simply draping it on the tiles, hint of his tattoo becoming visible "...I think I can see a connection here." meaning the oriental dragon coiling around his leg.<br/><br/>Ryan didn't appear to be all too flattered, nor impressed, by Atticus' words. This wasn't too true, though. He was, he just held his mask up and in place. He wasn't about to tell the man he had been in his own thoughts. And definitely not for how long.<br/>Instead his head tilted and his gaze travelled down Atticus' body to stop and rest between his thighs.<br/><br/>"Your words are sweet, Louis. And I appreciate them... But your hands are still under water and you're touching what is mine without my order to do so...."<br/>