Those who entered his home knew better as what to expect. While messing around benefit both parties, that had never been what Byron necessarily wanted. Lust was a side product to the primarily sadomasochistic tendencies. Hedonism produced more victims than merely torturing them.
"I may just lurk, love. I wouldn't want whatever you have to be caught." The sarcasm of his words apparent, Byron languidly stripped down the rest of his clothing and set it nicely aside.
Stepping into the decently sized glass shower, Byron turned on the secondary spout on the adjacent side. His space while Victorian in style was created for optimum leisure and luxury. "Tell me what happened and I'll help you forget about it," he whispered into Kit's ear, not allowing the ambiguous answers to sate him.