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[ that playfulness earns angel a low, quiet laugh from valentino, and he waves him off with a lazy gesture of one hand, his others beginning to work at the buttons down the front of his shirt. he only turns away once angel's up the spiral staircase and out of his line of sight.

alone, valentino finishes unbuttoning his shirt, but leaves it on and open for now. he summons kitty again, instructing the fizzbot to pour him two drinks - two martinis, specifically, one with an olive garnish, and one with a lemon twist, and then heads up the stairs himself, though he doesn't join angel in the bathroom right away. instead, he removes a couple more rings and another bracelet and sets them neatly on top of the vanity in his loft of a bedroom, and sends off a quick text. kitty meets him upstairs only a minute or two later, silver tray in hand, and valentino plucks both of the drinks from it before sending her off.

by the time he joins angel in the bathroom, enough time has passed for angel to have filled the large, elevated tub in the center of the room, and littered the water with whatever soaps and bath salts he pleases (because valentino is, unsurprisingly, the kind of person to have an obnoxious amount of soaps and salts and sprays and lotions). he sets the glass with the olives in it down on the wide marble edge of the tub and uses the same hand to touch angel under the chin, and then leaves him to sit on a plush stool in front of the nearby vanity, where he sets his own glass down. ]

You look comfortable, [ he says, his voice low as he bends and reaches down toward one of his ankles to unzip his boot. he slides it off and sets it aside, then moves over to the other one, his eyes on angel the entire time. when his shoes are off, he straightens up and peels himself out of his dress shirt, left in only his white slacks, a gold chain at his throat, and the more delicate chain strung between both of his pierced nipples.

he picks up his drink, stands, and wanders over, looming over angel, but making no move yet to finish undressing, or to join him. when he speaks again, his tone is... apologetic, maybe a touch overdone. practiced empathy, mixed with something else. ] I'm sorry to have kept you up so late. I'd have found someone else if I thought anyone could do it better.

[ realistically, there are a handful of lesser-known stars who probably could have pulled off such an easy scene with some effort, but that's not the point. ]