*sets his book down beside the chair and pillows his head on his arm, smiling at you* Oh, the butler, absolutely.
*traces his index finger along the edges of the flower tattoo between your shoulder blades (he meant what he said to you yesterday, how he aches a little when he looks at it, even now, just because it belongs to the recent period in your life that's missing from his life)* We are definitely going out for dinner tonight. I keep smelling deliciousness coming from someplace nearby. *glides his hand all the way down your back and breathes a sound of sheer contentment* Are you still tired?