Lucius's clothes are absolutely not molded to his body and, thus, very easy to shuck. He's working the tight fastenings down the front of Izzy's vest when Izzy demands he lose the shirt. Fair. It will only take a moment, but it does require he pull away and sit up. His weight shifts to rest on Izzy's thighs and, somehow, his drunken balance does not betray him. Izzy's gloved hand against his side probably has something to do with that and, were he not wholly focused on stripping, he would appreciate it.
Lucius shrugs off his bolero and casts it aside, free to fall wherever in a heap on the floor. Then, without pause, pops the top button on his Tommy Bahama shirt, reaches behind his head, and hauls the whole thing off in one long pull. It is cast aside just like his bolero, thrown somewhere behind him without regret.
He's flushed, already, from drink and kissing, he's still wearing a ghost of his previous smile, and now he's shirtless. This has progressed nicely. He takes advantage of his temporary withdrawal and devotes both hands to Izzy's vest. His fingers are nimble, even with clothing that is entirely unfamiliar, and he has the thing loose with only a few seconds of attentive effort.
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Lucius shrugs off his bolero and casts it aside, free to fall wherever in a heap on the floor. Then, without pause, pops the top button on his Tommy Bahama shirt, reaches behind his head, and hauls the whole thing off in one long pull. It is cast aside just like his bolero, thrown somewhere behind him without regret.
He's flushed, already, from drink and kissing, he's still wearing a ghost of his previous smile, and now he's shirtless. This has progressed nicely. He takes advantage of his temporary withdrawal and devotes both hands to Izzy's vest. His fingers are nimble, even with clothing that is entirely unfamiliar, and he has the thing loose with only a few seconds of attentive effort.
"Your turn."