[ It may become plainly obvious how uninterested Ignacio was in arguing with his lover. Worship was exactly what he did instead, his lips slowly sliding from his toe to kiss at the tips of each one. The chuckle beneath his breath was warm, fond. ]

As are you. Quite the pair we make. Now, will you allow me the privilege of removing your clothes? I wish to massage more than just your feet tonight.

[ He had brought the massage table for just such an occasion, after all. Though this one was unique in that it had a hole where Lestat's cock could hang down through, or his ass if he were on his back.

If he was agreeable, Ignacio would stand and wipe the oil from his hands with a cloth before he handled his lover's lovely clothes. ]