"Mm, if you're nice to me, maybe," he replied, biting his lip. There was a playful and willing glint in Pascal's eyes. Though with that answer he knew his work wasn't done yet. Fair enough, boy seemed like the let's talk first type, rather than one to be seduced by a body with good rhythm. He let his fingertips trace a path down the buttons on Byron's shirt. Hopefully this wouldn't be all for naught. "Where to?" Hell, he'd even go to a quieter public place first.