"Hmmmm." His fingers crooked on Tris' skin before laughing lowly. No one had called him adorable after seeing him like that but it seemed someone was into it. Kind of, that was. Where thinner fingers touched, it felt like lines were left behind, even though nothing showed.
It was enjoyable, little touches, but too soon it ended, that arm being pulled from his grasp, even as he was leaning into him a little. Oh, that nickname did something special, didn't it? He hadn't been in the mood to appreciate it last time but it left him grinning this time. He could have reached up and twined his fingers in long silver hair but he let it go, sighing in his absence. It was almost like there was a weight to it. He could ask him to stay. He could.
He was right, though. They could play at this all night but Tristian had work to do and he had given his attention to someone else first. "Maybe I could have some guesses the next time I see you?" Said as he pulled away, watching the other Malkavian for a moment before pressing himself into the crowd again, to dance away the rest of the drug. He'd start to lose it all and maybe go home. The image of cat ears swirled through his thoughts and he hoped the bartender behind him could see it too, a parting gift. For now.