"I thank you for your kind words," he murmured. His head felt a little clouded from the kiss with Henry, and he felt himself idly wonder if this young man frequented the North End Saloons.
Charlie turned, his sights on their leader. "Kind and gentle king," he began, his smile stretched across his face. He felt wonderful, as if he were in a particularly well written play and was only now warmed up. Charlie found himself hoping that the rest of the night was much like this. Hang Dr. Jekyll, he thought gleefully.
He rested one hand on John's shoulder and craned his neck to reach the taller man. He allowed his lips to part slightly and when he kissed John, he sighed just into the other man's mouth. No reason not to enjoy myself, he rationalized. He felt particularly bold when he brought his other hand up to pluck at Saville's still-fastened neck-tie.