Evan looked at him astounded. How could he-- was he-- I mean-- "Goodness you're just as quick putting your clothes on as you are at taking them off," looking him over Evan pouted a little, "Those the only clothes you brought along with you? Wanna borrow something?"
Barty arched an eyebrow. Getting dressed didn't take that long with no options and no desire to fix his hair or anything like that. He hadn't thought anything about it, really. It was just dressing. Both eyebrows went up at the pout. "I don't look good?" he asked, "I know they're only work clothes, but I look like you fucked me five minutes ago." That part he did like about them. But still, he stepped closer to Evan, hands going up to undo his shirt, again. "I suppose I could change, though," he smirked.
Evan broke out in a smile and nodded, "So that's it? Rather show the world how you loved being fucked by the man who's got his arm around you? Very well I will comply, and no it isn't about you not looking good. You always look good, I simply thought that since you were in the clothes you wore all day you may have wanted to change into something more comfortable and less restricting," Evan's hands rose to rest on top of Barty's curious exploring hands under his shirt from over the fabric, smiling still, "We will have plenty of time tonight and I seriously doubt if we'll be able to sleep at all, prepare yourself to be very tired tomorrow.And possibly sore." he added as an after thought taking Barty's hand with his and apparated them to the street. The restaurant wasn't that far, at walking distance more or less.
Oh yes, this would certainly a night they would both remember for a very long time and Evan was most exceptionally pleased that he had Barty all to himself tomorrow as well.