[ He feels very self-conscious walking into that bathroom, not so confident even as he gently shoves Master toward the shower and locks the door. Charley slowly draws in a breath, the tip of his tongue to a fang as if to remind him... ]

I thought we could spend some time together. [ He purposely loosens the tie he wears, walking closer to him. A hand on the other man's chest now, against skin. ] That's what you want, isn't it? [ Teasing, he traces a finger down to touch what few buttons are holding his shirt together. Carefully, he slips them free until it's completely open, and Charley steps in close to him. Nose to nose. ]

I want you... [ He pushes the glass door to the shower that's behind him aside. ] — in there, Master. Now.