[Grinning, Iggy slips an arm through Adam's. He finds himself hoping he can coax a kiss out of him, although this sort of thought it not unusual for him and so he has no reason to suspect the candy.]

A gentleman. My favourite.

[He nods toward the manor proper.] Would you like to go inside? I'd suggest the woods but I'm pretty sure I heard there's some sort of kinky hunting party going on. Which, you know, I'm cool with that, buuuut...

[An entirely too coy little glance.]