True, they didn't know each other well enough to understand when it was a flirtatious joke or not. Ariel's flirtations were rarely false - unless it was put out there for a Toreador. Fan the ego of a Toreador and it got you places. And it was true about the blood magic - it was the sort of thing a normal Kindred would be nervous about but honestly, it hadn't even occurred to Ariel. Amadeus just... Didn't feel like someone who'd make his blood boil in the heat of the moment - well, not with magic anyway.
Ariel wasn't sure when the last time was that someone just... Held him like that. Wrapped up in the Elder's touch, he wasn't thinking about much else. With the jacket gone, he ran his hands along the other man's arms, noting the honed muscle from the aforementioned training, he assumed. Ariel only broke the touch to lift his arms, glad that his shirt was going.
The corner of his mouth perked up, almost amused at the lack of questions and the brush of lips. Of course, there were Kindred out there more marked up than he was but it was such a good story. He traced a hand along the back of Amadeus's neck, into his hair, pulling firmly as the Elder looked up at him. "Mm," he agreed before adding, "I don't know where the bedroom is." As such, he couldn't lead the way and he didn't seem keen on worry about it, nipping sharply at the other man's lips just hoping to draw blood.