"Well, I don't think anybody's gonna be lookin' at us if we show up with you, darlin'." Not to knock her skills at dressing him, but Kate was a vision tonight. Oliver resisted the urge to start fidgeting with his tie already, knowing that it was probably going to come off entirely within at least a couple of hours, but he maintained that after all the work Kate put into it he should at least try for as long as possible.
When the knock came, Oliver headed over to open it. He was momentarily distracted by by the fact that Edwin was covering his eyes, and then with everything else. His mouth went dry as his eyes wandered, his brain only kicking back into gear once he realized he was actually guesstimating how many layers he'd have to get through tonight before he saw ink and skin. Or, shit, how many hours he'd have to get through. His absentmindedly licked his lips as his eyes drew back up to Edwin's face, his hand reaching out to lightly fondle one of the buttons on that elegant coat. The corner of his mouth twitching up in a playful, heated half-smile that made all kinds of promises for later.
"You look absolutely stunnin'," he half-purred as he leaned closer so Kate would have trouble hearing, low and quiet, his finger drawing up from the button to lightly flick the cravat. "I. Am gonna ruin you later."