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[silky_bearing]

I don't have any other shoes.

[That at least gets a laugh from him.]

But... well your ability to seem simultaneously so simple and straightforward and also so unpredictable. I think I have an idea of how you'll answer something and you continuously surprise me. I've spent so many years in politics that having an actual unknown factor is... rather exciting.

[takeroot]

[Oh, well... that's a sentiment he's heard before, actually, although it's never come with the positive twist. People don't often enjoy that unpredictability! So— he honestly doesn't know what to say to that, when it isn't phrased like an annoyance or an insult.

Happy to... entertain? No, that's nothing, never mind.]

Oh— sure. [Anyway... ahem.] Well! Can I walk you home? I feel as though I ought to...

[One does not simply kiss and run, that would be rude.]

[silky_bearing]

[Lorenz purses his lips a little, weighing the options. Does he trust them both to keep their hands to themselves on the walk? Does he trust them both to simply say good evening and go their separate ways.

He has to stand for a moment, turning to draw his laces tight, fingers working quick and efficient. Practiced just like the way he tied the cravat. Lorenz stays there for a moment, draws in a shallow breath, lets it out slow and measured. He feels far more himself, bound up in the more restrictive layers of his suit. Breathing carefully again, posture perfect and no opportunity to actually crumble against Constantin's charms.]

I think that would be lovely. [A gentle smile as he turns, inclining his head towards the door. All prim and proper and certainly not a man that flusters at a touch or would ever have a hickey.]

[takeroot]

[Constantin, ah, waits; he has no elaborate tidying up of his outfit to do, and it is at least interesting to watch Lorenz fuss over himself. He does seem to be feeling better the more fastenings he closes, something Constantin notes silently and puts the thought away for another time. Finally he hums and pushes up from the couch, stepping around Lorenz to get the door, holding it open with a flourish. Let's go, sir.]

After you! Particularly because you will have to give me directions.

[He cannot be a good escort when he doesn't actually know where Lorenz lives, so humor him and he'll at least be good company on the way.]