Fountain: James and Gilderoi
"Shut up," James shook his head, wondering if Gilderoi could tell, if he could see him becoming more and more out of control. For a moment James kicked himself. He should have been more careful. He should have not come. But then he saw, in his mind's eye, his dead sire lying on the floor, head ripped clean off his shoulders. James forgot to care what Gilderoi thought of this.
"Let's dance in the hallway. I know a little alcove..." James drew closer and pressed himself up against the tall elf. He slipped an arm around Gilderoi's waist and pulled him even closer.