"Nicolas, what are you- what are you doing?" Armand was totally puzzled. The feeling of being held - restrained rather - that way was foreign but not entirely unpleasant. Actually it wasn’t unpleasant at all but he did not feel secure enough in confront of his own feelings. He wasn’t used to submit and something about it made him feel vulnerable.
"Now, what does it look like? I am pinning you down, of course. You should not ask questions you know the answer to. It is not polite."
Nicolas smiled and it made him look positively wicked.
"Do you still wish to complain about me wearing no justaucorps while composing? Will you still call me half naked?"
"Fine, let me rephrase it then: Why are you pinning me down, pray tell?"
Armand rolled his eyes and lightly shook his head, auburn curls brushing against his own cheeks in the process.
"You ARE half naked if I can see the hem of your shirt… my little indecent one. Mind your manners, will you please?"
"Half naked I would be, if I were to take of my waistcoat and Shirt. Besides, I can compose much better this way. And I am pinning you down, because you like it. And when I do something you like, you endulge me more."
Nicolas leaned down a bit more, as if to kiss the ever youthfull.
"And when you endulge me more, everything works out just fine between us. That is logic, mon Grande Maître. We do want things to work between us, do we not?”