"Mm, dancing. I like dancing. Did you know I used to take ballet, when I was so much younger. My father, Leon, he thought if I was going to insist on learning to dance it should at least start there- once I was old enough I could decide what I really wanted. So I did ballet, until I was about twelve. And then I decided, much to my father's horror, to learn how to street dance. He recovered, but it took a bit of a bottle of wine." Gael said with a laugh as he slowly pulled himself out of the booth and held out a hand for Carlos to take. "But....Maybe we can make some time for dancing. We should, really. I can even wear a dress for you to feel up." He winked at that, and it was probably hard to tell if he was joking or not because of it.

Once Carlos was on his feet, though, Gael pulled him along and out of the pizzeria as he pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture. "This, actually. I've been considering it, really. I just don't know where I would put it. I don't really want it on my arms- I don't know why, it just seems so normal. Maybe on my hip....or lower stomach. Back. Don't know- that's the only reason I haven't gotten one."

As Carlos looked the art over, Gael considered his next question, before smirking and looking over at the other man. "Which do you really prefer... my hair body, or all of it waxed off?"