Gellert laughed, the sound soft and perhaps a bit too throaty. "Of course," he said. He took a step closer to Adrian, unable to help the way his mind was already spinning down avenues entirely inappropriate for professional situations, and the way he could imagine precisely what this man would look like nude and hard and covered in a thin film of perspiration.
Gellert's next step forward carried an air of predation.
"Do you have a preference for style or colour?" he asked, grabbing his clipboard off the table as he passed it and marking down the names of the measurements he'd need. He wondered how much he would actually get done before his more primitive urges overwhelmed his civilised ones. He was not very inclined to suppress them, after all. Gellert looped the measuring tape around his neck and paused a scant foot from where Adrian stood.