Angel Dust

The amount of self-control it takes to keep Valentino from reaching out and catching Anthony by the front of his shirt when he moves to take a step back is impressive. Though he's known for being charming and capable of getting just about anyone to eat out of the palm of his hand, he's also known for his short temper. He's known for being impulsive and brutal and, sometimes, out of control to the benefit of the whole operation, but he can already tell Anthony is going to try his patience in ways he's never had to navigate before.

Like now. That subtle brush of his lips against Val's thumb, his big, bright eyes looking up at him - Valentino wants to devour him.

He lets him go instead, allows him to step away. They have plenty of time, he reminds himself not for the first time. He's watched Anthony from a distance for so long now, he can wait a little longer. Take things slow, make Anthony his. Do it right.

Valentino rubs his fingertips against the pad of his thumb, hand hovering about waist high. He smiles a little, gold flirting in his mouth again. Mister Valentino. God, he loves that, accent and all. There's just something about the way Anthony says it. Maybe Val's just a sucker for anything that rolls off Anthony's tongue.

"Pick a room." Any room, his included, honestly, but he doesn't clarify or specify. If Anthony wants one of the spare bedrooms, that'd be fine too. Val's certain it'd only be temporary, anyway. He tugs his hand free of his pocket and checks the time on his wristwatch. "I need to step out and follow up with a guy, but -," he gestures vaguely at the entire apartment with one hand, "- make yourself at home."