Rook's hands pause for a moment to look at Ulysse's fingers unlacing the front of his shirt. The bed is right there, Ulysse's legs bumping against it. But they're not exactly in a hurry here.

Rook takes one of Ulysse's hands and pulls it up to his mouth, pressing his lips to the meaty side of it, laying little kisses on his way to the man's wrist and from there to his arm all the while looking him in the eyes.

"Do you want them back?" he asks quietly.