[There is a video of Eliot's face, looking deeply unimpressed, and then the view pans to show a stage behind him, where several members of his cast are in a heap and giggling on the floor, and two are in the back making out.
The camera comes back to Eliot, who takes a long and dramatic swig of his drink before setting it aside and smiling.]
Remind me again why I'm doing this? Especially when you're not even here today to share my pain and I could be sneaking an afternoon in your bed in?
Do you think it's too late to quit and make Nate do this?
[ Caliban hadn't seen the other since their little threesome with Magnus- so this little video was more than a little unexpected. Though Caliban's a little amused as he sees the two making out in the back and the others rather dramatic swirl of his drink. It only takes a moment before Caliban was switching on his own video- though the demon was currently clearly at Dorian's bar- resting against the bar wearing what appeared to be a open red shirt and black leather pants as he tilted his head into the camera.]
While my bed is always open to such a creature of beauty as you, dear Elliot. And as much as a few of your fellow...thespians seem to be on their way to starting an orgy.
There is something to be said about following though on such commitments.
Also you appear to have pressed the wrong button on that boring mortal device.
[Well, that's not the face Eliot had been expecting in response. But at least it's not one he's worried about having seen, either. He trusts Caliban, at least in so far as he likes him and he knows they both share some of the same vices.
Eliot smiles back at him over the video. He's technically at work, and tends to a lot more clothes and layers than Caliban does anyway, so he's fully covered save for rolled up shirtsleeves and a couple of buttons undone above his vest. But he appreciates the view he's getting.]
I don't think it's an orgy so much as a few of them falling over mid-dance-attempt, and two others making out. Not that it might not head that way, you never know. I'd much rather be in your bed, trust me.
I don't think I pressed anything wrong, people getting messages going all over seems to be happening to more than just us, judging by the yelling I just heard from backstage. But it wasn't exactly meant for you to start with, you're right. I can't say I mind seeing you, though.
[ Caliban, as always, almost seems to thrive on the other looking at him as his shirt slips open as he shifts against the bar and peers into the video. There's an easy smile and chuckle at those words before he gives a little thoughtful hum- at least it was always nice to hear that the other would prefer to be between his sheets.]
I suppose some of them don't have some of the muses of old looking out for their dancing ability? That does seem quite the shame. And I wouldn't underestimate this city when it comes to that sort of direction it might head- it does seem to thrive of it. Of course- my bed is quite the adventure all on it's own as you well know.
Oh? Perhaps the city has some sort of issue going on- perhaps the witches did a spell wrong again and ruined it for the rest of us. Well now- you're always welcome for my company, Elliot.
[Eliot's eyes follow him readily enough, enjoying the little show, and just Caliban in general.]
The muses might be too busy fucking to be giving them a hand right now. I have a couple of good dancers in the mix, and they're helping out, but it's a work in progress. Sure you don't want to join up for the show? I bet you can move. [Eliot's laugh is soft and throaty.] I bet it's a fucking wonderland.
Maybe, or maybe some hacker thinks they're hilarious. Either way, it didn't end badly for me.
Ah, suddenly I am jealous of those muses. Oh? You want me to join your little show? I dance at...well, here. [ There's a little wave of his hand around the bar before he glances back at Dorian.] And Hell had a shocking number of balls and events to attend to that required some dancing ability. So I promise you I don't have to left feet. Though I know fucking you is a wonderland.
[ Caliban teased the other with a twinkle in his eyes before he gave a shrug at the others words.]
It certainly did not- though- last time this happened I answered the phone in my underwear- So perhaps feel a little jealous of such a state.
Muses are always fickle and frequently fucking. It's an enviable life. [Eliot takes in the bar and smiles.] Gorgeous, I'll take you anyway I can have you - and that includes singing and dancing in my shows. This one's cast, but next round, I'd love to have you. [Eliot's laughing though at the "wonderland" comment.]
Well if you want to strip down to your underwear, I won't stop you.
Ah. Perhaps I should have been moulded into one them instead of the prince I am. [ It's an easy enough statement paired with a cheeky smile on his lips. Amusement dancing in his eyes at the dirty little statement the other had said.] Ah well- then next one you shall have me at your beck and call to do whatever you wish, Elliot. As long as it's not Cats.
[ There's a little suck of his cheek to hold back a smirk from dancing over his lips too much before he's shrugging- why not give the other a show? The camera hovers for a bit before Caliban was leaning against the bar and unzipping pants, tugging them open in a smooth motion and letting them drop to the floor to leave him in a tight, red pair of trunks. The demon smoothly just jumps back to sit on the bar- his legs spreading enough to show off the impressively big bulge in those tight red fabric- One hand leaning back on the bar as his eyes dance at the screen.]
You could have been the prince of muses. I think royalty suits you too much to leave it behind. [Eliot laughs, head throwing back with it, genuinely amused.] God help me if it's Cats. Enough people voted for it that I'll probably have to do it at some point, but I'll let you off the hook for that one. Magnus was campaigning for Cats, he's lucky he's so damned pretty.
[Eliot watches, half smile at the corner of his lips and taking in every smooth movement and flash of skin. Caliban is every bit as hot as he was last time Eliot saw him, and let the appreciation be obvious in the look on his face.]
I'm definitely not complaining - you're enough to make anyone's day better, your Highness.
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The camera comes back to Eliot, who takes a long and dramatic swig of his drink before setting it aside and smiling.]
Remind me again why I'm doing this? Especially when you're not even here today to share my pain and I could be sneaking an afternoon in your bed in?
Do you think it's too late to quit and make Nate do this?
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While my bed is always open to such a creature of beauty as you, dear Elliot. And as much as a few of your fellow...thespians seem to be on their way to starting an orgy.
There is something to be said about following though on such commitments.
Also you appear to have pressed the wrong button on that boring mortal device.
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Eliot smiles back at him over the video. He's technically at work, and tends to a lot more clothes and layers than Caliban does anyway, so he's fully covered save for rolled up shirtsleeves and a couple of buttons undone above his vest. But he appreciates the view he's getting.]
I don't think it's an orgy so much as a few of them falling over mid-dance-attempt, and two others making out. Not that it might not head that way, you never know. I'd much rather be in your bed, trust me.
I don't think I pressed anything wrong, people getting messages going all over seems to be happening to more than just us, judging by the yelling I just heard from backstage. But it wasn't exactly meant for you to start with, you're right. I can't say I mind seeing you, though.
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I suppose some of them don't have some of the muses of old looking out for their dancing ability? That does seem quite the shame. And I wouldn't underestimate this city when it comes to that sort of direction it might head- it does seem to thrive of it. Of course- my bed is quite the adventure all on it's own as you well know.
Oh? Perhaps the city has some sort of issue going on- perhaps the witches did a spell wrong again and ruined it for the rest of us. Well now- you're always welcome for my company, Elliot.
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The muses might be too busy fucking to be giving them a hand right now. I have a couple of good dancers in the mix, and they're helping out, but it's a work in progress. Sure you don't want to join up for the show? I bet you can move. [Eliot's laugh is soft and throaty.] I bet it's a fucking wonderland.
Maybe, or maybe some hacker thinks they're hilarious. Either way, it didn't end badly for me.
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[ Caliban teased the other with a twinkle in his eyes before he gave a shrug at the others words.]
It certainly did not- though- last time this happened I answered the phone in my underwear- So perhaps feel a little jealous of such a state.
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Well if you want to strip down to your underwear, I won't stop you.
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[ There's a little suck of his cheek to hold back a smirk from dancing over his lips too much before he's shrugging- why not give the other a show? The camera hovers for a bit before Caliban was leaning against the bar and unzipping pants, tugging them open in a smooth motion and letting them drop to the floor to leave him in a tight, red pair of trunks. The demon smoothly just jumps back to sit on the bar- his legs spreading enough to show off the impressively big bulge in those tight red fabric- One hand leaning back on the bar as his eyes dance at the screen.]
How's that?
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[Eliot watches, half smile at the corner of his lips and taking in every smooth movement and flash of skin. Caliban is every bit as hot as he was last time Eliot saw him, and let the appreciation be obvious in the look on his face.]
I'm definitely not complaining - you're enough to make anyone's day better, your Highness.