He had seen the wink and very likely he got the meaning. It certainly wasn't a first and he wasn't a newbie, either. And if he would have private time or not, well...he probably didn't give a fuck. Such was his line of work, after all.<br/><br/>And, the young Italian stud was back downstairs in no time, having taken a shower and changed his wardrobe into something more casual..but not less tasteful.<br/><br/>A pair of slightly faded, bootcut Dolce & Gabbana Jeans clinging to his hipbones, revealing just a touch more of tanned, smooth flesh and a black tattoo along his right hipbone, dissapearing past the waistband. It seemed to be a thin band of coiling ivy vines. The Denims held in black by a black leather belt, and over his toned chest, a light yellow v-neck tee, teasingly tight against his body. His arms well muscled, just not too much. He probably spent quite an amount of time to keep himself in shape. After all..his body was his money. Another inkwork on his left biceps, a simple, dark red rose blossom with thorns.<br/><br/>And again, the young stud's gaze strayed across the room, again with a soft smirk, very likely because he spotted the gentleman from earlier again. And, slowly, he trailed down the stairs, a single finger lightly tracing along the railing. There was still this almost intoxicatingly sweet fragrance around him. Just the right amount. Not intrusive, but still there.<br/><br/>He watched the gentleman for a moment, making his way down the stairs. He'll be informed, if his services were demanded, after all. The woman waiting by the counter recieved a wink, of course and a dashing smile.