[Dorian chuckles softly as he starts working on the buttons of Cain's shirt.]

Well, no, darling, I didn't mean now. Another time. After all, if you're living with me you can have a dance any time you like.

[There's a look there that suggests he means more than a dance any time he wants it. Dorian then leans in to kiss along his throat as his hands spread up his belly and chest, catching the fabric to slowly push it off slender shoulders. As he exposes skin his kisses dip lower to his clavicles, mustache tickling his skin.]