Angel Dust

Anthony looks unsure what to make of that, keeping an eye on Valentino as he makes himself at home, feeling a bit like prey being circled by a cat. He starts gathering a few things for the case, clearly distracted, and he quickly forgets the act entirely in favor of watching the other man and that case of his.

Impressed. That colour on his cheeks darkens, but Anthony can't help but look a bit prideful at that praise.

"Yeah?"

He hardly dares to breathe, eyes frozen on Val's as that scent settles over him, gaze finally flicking down to the offered joint. It's feels almost like reenacting that moment in the alley, tongue wetting his lips before he catches it between them and takes a long drag. It soothes that ache, exhaling a slow stream as he ponders that not subtle interaction between the too of them.

Is that why hadn't told?

"What? You wanna go? That why you didn' tell him?" The way he says it seems to be offering rather than accusing, lips quirking softly. It doesn't cross his mind Val might be after anything other than a convenient blow for his troubles, and it seems like a fair trade. Anthony would've happily obliged otherwise if asked- given his crush- but he doesn't imagine the man has any interest beyond that.