Well, I could show you. And then you can dance for me. Or.. you could simply show me some dancing from your world, I'd be very curious.

[Dorian is happy to press his lips to those freckled shoulders, enjoying the dappled skin. His warm palms caress every line of his torso, down over ribs and resting on his hips. A pause before the Mage lifts his head and grins, making eye contact that is hungry.]

Mn, it certainly can be.

[He'll go in for another kiss as his fingers follow the line of Cain's pants to find the closures and undo them slowly.]