Carlos would certainly never consider Gael to be anything less than the perfect size - but it was true that while Gael's muscles were built from years of dance, Carlos' were built from a combination of construction and military training. He was, in a word, more used to lifting heavy objects, and Gael was likely more used to lifting girls the size of Ali.

The halls of Club Castle were never deserted, of course, but late afternoon was the quietest time. Just before younger Cards returned from classes and after everyone else had taken lunch and tea, it was the time when the least number of people were around to possibly wonder why he was leading a very naked Gael Shaw through the halls. Though he expected it would make more sense as they entered the residential wing after only one or two near misses.

He smirked when they finally arrived at the door labeled with his name in a quiet, out of the way section and unlocked the door. "And here we are," he said as he opened it to let Gael inside. As apartments went it was a few steps above Gael's own. One of the benefits of losing privacy was the fact that Castle maintenance took care of everything. Besides that, his sister Victoria did interior design - and Carlos was fairly sure his nice couch was his sister's way of apologizing for their father.

But then he was pretty sure Gael wasn't particularly interested in his upholstery, Carlos thought as he shut and locked the door behind them. "I think I remember something about a confession," he said as he came up behind Gael and skimmed his fingertips over his spine. "Something about conspiracy to kidnap the acting head of security."