[ magnus bane is many, many things. a lover of cats, an exceptional dancer, a connoisseur of nail polishes, a hater of acid washed jeans, afraid of the color beige (ew gross why don't you just call it what it is which is blandeige), and impatient.

if there was something he wanted, he took it. he doesn't care if he doesn't know poe's sign or where he comes from or if this is the first time a man's been on his knees in front of him (but that's something he seriously doubts, not with the way his hands are on his pants). ]

Why not? I know I am personally aroused by the decor that we're surrounded with.

[ he smirks up at poe and scoots closer, letting his own hands cover poe's. he doesn't push though. that's one thing he's not: pushy. but he does lick his lips, an intentional move because he knows how it looks especially when his partner's looking down. ]

But if you're shy, I suppose we can go elsewhere even if I already have dirtied my knees. I'd hope to make that worth it.