Dante listened to the answer, an answer he could t ell was honest. Thibault had lost a little of his bravado, his charisma. he was being truthful, and the blond Auror could appreciate that, respected the youth even more for showing all his cards. From what Dante had seen - the frankness of Tibs' comfort with his own body made sneaking looks a bit silly - there wasn't anything wrong with him, not physically. Dante hadn't expected to hear that Tibs was poor, he didn't seem poor, not like the hard up, hate-the-world-poor-kid that Dante had grown up with. The ones on scholarship who wanted to be at school and the ones on scholarship who thought it was somehow a punishment.
Watching Tibs through the stream of water was like looking at him through a slippery mirror. He could tell in which direction Tibs was looking, but not especially sure if the boy was actually taking in his slick cock and balls or just being polite and looking at the wall just in front of him. It didn't matter, Dante was comfortable - had actually been looking forward to a shower, especially after a day of work and a little sparing. Having a cute boy along for the time wasn't bad either.
"It's never as much as you'd like to. That never changes," Dante agreed with a chuckle. "Just have to learn to enjoy it when you can get it." Dante watched the soap slip over Tibs' flat, white stomach, caught in his dense, dark pubes like a filter catching debris. Even though he'd like to have seen the parting of the boy's lips as he sighed, watching the brunette grab himself was much more fulfilling, the blood pumping slowly into Dante's shaft.
Dante grunted in agreement. "I might head to the pub once or twice a week, but the last place I want to be is surrounded by a bunch of drunks with grabby hands. Maybe that makes me old, but I like quiet places, even if they are still a bit...public." Dante pumped more soap into his palm, rubbing them together. He was at a loss as to how to jump to the next step. Offering to get Tibs' back seemed so...stupid.