Damien heard the knock and immediately went to the door, opening it, and leaning slightly by the door frame and seeing his visitor. Well, flatmate now. And possibly lover. He smiled as he slowly looked him over. "Mmm," he said, "well hey there, pretty boy. You're definitely much more attractive in person."
The evening was going perfectly. And it was indeed much better to see Oliver in person. Even in just the shirt and jeans. There was still a possibility of fun. "Please, come in," he said, stepping aside to let him enter and set the bag down. He closed the door once the lad entered. "So, any room is yours, there's multiple bathrooms, flat-screen TV in this main room, movies, games. Soooo.. like what you see?" He grinned, brushing his fingers on Oliver's cheek. "Because I'm definitely liking what I see."