<em>"Glamorous, hm?"</em>Andrea smirked softly and sat up on the edge of the bed, after another nip to Jay's nipple.<em>"Not really. Most aren't exactly glamorous, Signore. Middle aged men, sneaking away from their wives to have a good time. You know.. Lawyers, Judges, Managers, you name it."</em>He chuckled and ran a hand through his dark hair.<em> "I think..I'm usually their dirty little secret." </em>Andrea didn't seem to mind it overly much. They paid him more then well, after all, for his services and the discretion.<br/><br/>He stretched a bit, glancing back to the other man, with a lifted brow.<em>"Minnesota, hm? I take it that you're on vacation, Signore?"</em>It didn't sound as if it would bore the Italian, to have a bit of smalltalk. Quite the contrary. It was part of his service, after all. He always has seen his job to be more than just the sex part. Being good company was as much a part of his work as the sex.<br/><br/>He offered Jay another of those dashing, handsome smiles, letting his gaze trail over the man on his bed, and he doesn't even hide it.<em>"What do you do, hm, back in America?"</em>