The damn bugger was such a tart, thought Klaus acidly, as he strode up the few steps leading to the Castle’s entrance. Those clothes looked like they were spray-painted on. Couldn’t the idiot see he was giving an impression of complete sluttiness just by standing there? It was obscene!
“Darling! You’re here!”
Klaus put his hands up: “Don’t touch me! Don’t even come near me in those clothes!”
Dorian deftly insinuated himself past the outstretched arms, and welcomed his beloved home with a long kiss. “I’ll have you know I’ve spent three full hours getting all spiffy to welcome you back!” Not bothering to answer, Klaus grabbed a handful of curls and pulled Dorian into another kiss.
“Oh, I love it when you’re all forceful! I missed you too, you know. Come inside, now—if you really hate my clothes so much, you can help me get rid of them.”