[Following isn't a problem, although he finds that he's not as happy with the loss of contact, however small. Oh well. That's his problem, not Arthur's.
[He's content to follow, up the stairs and into the room. Only once they're inside it and with the shut behind them does Sänger allow himself to act, instead sidling in front of his companion in order to slip his hands on Arthur's hips with an undoubtedly pleased expression. His eyes keep dully glowing in the dim lighting as he makes eye contact, the hints of light filtering past long eyelashes.]
Pardon me, I want to admire the nicest aspect of this room as much as comfortably possible.
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[He's content to follow, up the stairs and into the room. Only once they're inside it and with the shut behind them does Sänger allow himself to act, instead sidling in front of his companion in order to slip his hands on Arthur's hips with an undoubtedly pleased expression. His eyes keep dully glowing in the dim lighting as he makes eye contact, the hints of light filtering past long eyelashes.]
Pardon me, I want to admire the nicest aspect of this room as much as comfortably possible.