[He withdrew from the kiss when Richard did, shrugging his bare shoulders. They both knew that the theory was correct, but honestly, he wouldn't without Richard sitting or nudging or making pointed gestures to go to bed at a reasonable time.]

I could, but I won't. You keep that part of my schedule rather on track. Few have accomplished that. [There were other aspects of their relationship that he was using Richard for, yes. Companionship, sex, conversation, protection, and just plain interest.

The acquisition of the inn did hold his interest, but honestly, he was waiting for Richard to grow bored of it and then he'd buy it. He could funnel excess funds through it as he did all his others. It was not a matter he discussed, though he would probably have to if he did use Richard's business for that. He considered it a side-benefit of associating with him: more wealth.

He hummed in agreement, turning his head to view the bedroom door before he levered himself up on an elbow and then swung his legs out of bed. He sat there, lingering on the edge of the bed uncharacteristically. Aside from them, there was no noise that he could hear in the house. It was... different.]

Do you want a mug?

[Slowly, he convinced himself to his feet and approached the chair where he could retrieve a clean pair of underwear and slipped into it carefully.]