Amadeus could have mentioned that first, but like Ariel, he had to be sure it just hadn't all been some flirtatious joke between the two of them. Not many wanted to trust a warlock. Twisting the Blood into magic was more than some could handle and most knew they'd do anything for their power. There was also the fact that he was the Sheriff now and that either scared away others or attracted the wrong kind. It was in the way Ariel reacted to his touch that Amadeus could tell none of that matter right now.
It wasn't until he had kissed Ariel that he had realized just how very long it had been since he had last indulged himself in wanting another. In needing another's touch. He slid his fingers up into the younger Kindred's hair and held him there while leaning forward so his jacket could be more easily pushed off. He only let go long enough to free his arms from it.
His hands went to the bottom of Ariel's shirt and proceeded to tug it off over his head. Amadeus's eyes took in the scars across his chest but he didn't ask about them. Instead, he leaned forward so that he could brush his lips over them before he gazed back up at Ariel with dark eyes. "My lap seemed a good a place as any to start," he pointed out as his hands slid up the skin of Ariel's back, finding the scars there as well.