It will be a huge disappointment if Eccarius doesn't completely decorate his room to be another gothic masterpiece, honestly. It's just not the same without drapes, coffins and candles everywhere, but for now Cass is fine with what they have, so long as there's something comfortable to sit or lay on, or not, really, he's not that fussy.

The bags he was holding get dumped by the door and he's chewing on his bottom lip to try and prevent the cheesiest of grins threatening to spread across his face as he stalks forward.

"I hear it's a two man job," he comments, a finger hooking into the waistband of those leather pants to tug Eccarius in closer, leaning down just enough to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I like this look on you. Reminds me you can rough it with us lowlifes."