[Once more the game of cat and mouse begins, Eridanus thinks, and Lucius is so cruelly good at it. He pulls his tie free and winds it around his claws before setting it aside, neat and proper.]

The pot calls the kettle black. [A short laugh gusts from Eridanus, and he leans forward to make his move, just as Lucius' toes find his ankle. They draw up the tailored hem of his trousers, and the sock that covers his flesh is not nearly enough buffer to hinder the touch that sends electric excitement through his skin.

Eridanus swallows, feeling the way his adam's apple moves sluggishly in his throat, and quickly moves one of his frontline pieces forward to claim one of Lucius'. He sets the carved piece aside, and levels his lascivious gaze across the table as he sits back.]

You just want to be free of a boring game, don't you? [He grins lopsidedly,] then I urge you to lose quickly.