Oh. Jamie was more eager than the Chevalier had anticipated. He makes no attempt to hide his smirk as he watches Jamie come, feeling his seed on his hands. If this is a game, they are both playing it well. The Chevalier holds him there, still for a second, before gently rearranging Jamie's skirts and pulling out a handkerchief to wipe down his fingers.

"Do you know where my rooms are?"