Carlos laughed a little. "I'm not that hard to please, darling," he said as he kissed Gael back. He could, he imagined as he slid his good hand down Gael's back, come up with a few creative things. It wouldn't be as fun as being an active participant but, well, that was at least a little his own fault. He'd chosen to go two ranks, with swords.

He leaned back a bit, though, and smirked. "Sebastian isn't that mysterious. He's just a Novak." And therefore excellent at projecting that air of slightly menacing mystery. Carlos was fairly sure that both he and his little sister Lily learned that at their parents' knees. Of course, Carlos remembered Bas as a five year old, so there was that, too. "I'm more than confident that you can convince a twenty-two year old to fuck you, anyway we want."

He gave Gael another soft kiss. "You do please me, you know," he said. "A lot. Spoil me, probably."