[ he's beautiful, stunning and feminine with that inscrutable touch of masculinity that lends his androgynity so much appeal. credence is a vision, all warmth and temptation, and graves cannot help but step into the circle of his charm, captivated by him. that full, rosebud mouth begs to be kissed, and he aches to do it when it brushes over his cheek, credence's absently intimate gesture of pushing his hair back a strangely compelling one. ]

Dinner. I've booked the place where he and I first dined, but I suppose you'll find it quite lovely, too. [ graves might not be a romantic man, but he has his moments when he's inspired, and oh, how credence inspires. he steps towards him and pauses, admiring the line of his legs; the heels really do flatter an already impeccable figure, and he leans upwards to brush a kiss to his lovely, painted mouth (he won't be able to forgive himself if he doesn't do it). ] Would you like me to buy you a drink after?