(for all apollo has grown and become more comfortable with flirting and forward physical affection, it's still nothing in light of klavier's skills. a simple whisper is all it takes for apollo to completely loose his train of thought as his face flushes, mouth parting as he gazes up at klavier. he's been hit with another wave of love sickness, hard (in more ways than one), and apollo needs to snap out of it before he turns into another blushing and gaping mess. the way he's always gotten when klavier cranks up the charm even the slightest bit.

apollo would swear klavier has spent months practicing that skill. he probably still does, just to make sure he can continually get apollo into this usual dumbstruck state.

he snaps out of it soon enough, after a few thoughts of how that whisper will sound in ten minutes, hands working back up and down klavier. his fingers crawl under his shirt, brushing over the smooth skin that intoxicates him without even needing to kiss it. there's a well placed kiss on klavier's chin as he takes a moment to collect his thoughts, remember where he was going with this besides the bed.) The... the date.

(... okay, gonna try that again. there's a small, yet confident!! smile as one hand coasts back to klavier's ass, massaging over it as apollo attempts to flirt even half as decently as klavier.) On your gaudy purple sheets. Your words, not mine. But the defense is more than prepared to move forward.