[A soft gasp escapes his lips when Chuuya shifts closer and bites his neck, Mephisto even tilting his head upwards as if to invite more. But he's also laughing, reaching out to draw his hands and nails down Chuuya's side towards his hip.]

Glad to hear it. I don't think you'll have to worry about leaving here unsatisfied... ah, but you know-- it really is a little disappointing that we lost our audience. I think someone like you would love being put on display.

But perhaps... [he lifts his hand on his hip and waves it in the air -- and as he does, across the room, th curtains covering the windows draw open. There's a reason Mephisto chose this particular hotel, after all. Not only are they high up -- the windows stretch all the way from the floor to the ceiling.]

[The perfect setup for the "display" he has in mind.]

...we can still find a way to flirt with danger even up here.