Victor surely did nothing to help speed Mason from point A to point B, he kept randomly hesitating or pausing mid-step to stare at something, a costume, a singer, a dancer. He was like a kid in a candy store, and looked like he might well try and swipe a prompt or two. Well, he would not, of course. He had too much respect for the theater and all the work the cast and crew had put in to get the show together, nothing would be more heartbreaking to his mind than a mask or spray bottle turning up missing just before the scene. He would likely fondle most any prompt or costume he could get his scaly fingers on with lusty eyes as soon as his mind pulled out of shock mode. One thing was certain, however... Mason was most certainly getting laid at the first opportunity.
"I do," he returned in almost as husky a tone, he giving a low moan as his lips were claimed, he tilting his head back to allow that teasing kiss to fully wash over him. He truly was a fan of the theater, and Mason looked very impressive in that makeup. He pressed his green hands to that pale chest as he kissed him deeply, pushing himself onto his toes after a moment, trying to drive himself closer to the taller male. "God I wish I had my camera," he muttered softly. He never wanted to forget this.
"Do your best," he whispered, looking into those dark eyes. He carefully ran his fingers down the 'good' side of Mason's face, cautious not to damage the makeup. "Don't forget, you've got an entire audience to impress, not just a little green lizard." He helped shift that fancy shit over the taller, buttoning the shirt with slow, deliberate fingers, running his hands down his torso through that shirt again, reaching for the suit coat after that.