[Chris' smile spreads quick, playful and bright, as he meets Erik's gaze and moves to step in near his side, voice low.]

I know we're meant to be respectable nobility, but there's an alcove in the hall behind us with just enough privacy and low light to go unnoticed...and I'd much like to feel your hands in my hair.

[He steps back again and offers his hand, green eyes watchful for any sign the offer of slightly more public play might be taken poorly.]