"Hopeless romantic." He chimed in, standing and setting the book aside before wandering into the bathroom, himself. He half wished he was his own built-in hairdryer. Soren was a lucky sonofabitch to have that ability granted to him.
It only took him a few minutes to rinse off and soap up the key points, washing them off, before wandering out with a towel around his waist, and he wandered into his bedroom to get dressed.
He found Soren and caught a glimpse of the other man's wrists and pouted, taking up one of the blonde's hands. "Oh dude." He said in a tone of apology. "That's gunna last a couple days." His eyes glinted slightly as he brought Soren's wrist to his lips, and kissed the pulse point.