That... was not at all what he expected and for a moment, he was a little stunned, as twenty different feelings happened at once. Or, at least, that's how it felt. It had been a long time since he had been sat on like this. His child? Maybe. Not that their face was being pulled up right now.
After the initial settle, his hands went to rest at Connie's hips, more to continue playing with the mesh shirt, the fingers of one hand looping through it. The other, was lifted to the other man's lips. It felt a certain way, maybe about the same way as his stubble had felt on the other man's throat? Of course, he was also distracted by the hands on his face, as well.
Brands - hm. An interesting start for a barrister, that was for sure. "Movies are always inaccurate." He'd had a different upbringing than him, not opposite, just different. Higher. Then again, it didn't get much lower than a prostitute's son. "Interest is more important than telling it right."