He grins, allowing himself a more suggestive sweep over Joshua. It is a thrill to do even that, as he'd forced himself to keep his eyes off of Terence many times during such occasions so as not to draw attention to him. But now, he has many more freedoms, and they are as sweet as they are bitter.

His blunted clawtips rake gently over the small of Joshua's back as his mind gives idle consideration for where they might go.

"Unruly," he muses with a smirk. He can very well imagine such a picture, and it is certainly a compelling one.

Dion sighs and shifts against the rail. Well that he is wearing robes.

"I shall behave myself for now, but once you have had your fill of the festivities, I will be happy to escort you elsewhere."