[ maybe he should care more about being nude, or the way that drunken partygoers ogle him as he moves across the wide, open lawn. he's been in far more embarrassing conditions than this, and so quentin doesn't bat an eye. after all - why put clothes on he's only going to take off again momentarily? ]

Oh yes, just something about feeding you my cock, yes. Watching your face turn red as it hits the back of your throat. But you'll take it - I can tell you're creative.

[ he grins a little, starting into the foyer and toward a set of stairs. ]

And frankly, facing first, from behind once things really get moving, don't you think? I'd like you to see yourself in this pretty mirror you've promised me. Then you can watch my hand around your cock as I fuck you - or would you like my fingers in your mouth instead? Around your throat? Do tell.