Barcus follows him to the bed boldly, pausing only to shed his boots and socks, because it's rude to put your shoes on the bed. Even your own bed. He pushes the door mostly-closed behind him, only for the sake of keeping Satchel at bay.

"We can...experiment a little, then," he smiles at him, and the way he crosses the room to the bed isn't exactly sultry, but it is reasonably confident, and he gives the drow a little push to encourage him to sit, or lie down. "I'll see if I can be spontaneous."

Once he is down, Barcus wastes no time joining him, climbing into his lap and settling with one knee on either side of his hips. And then, for all his playful demeanor, he looks up at Bel with eyes practically shining with warmth and affection. Taking his hands, he kisses the backs of his knuckles, right then left. "You're beautiful. You know that?"