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Casper's clothes get folded neatly, as well, and set in a neat stack on a chair with his shoes underneath it. It's refreshing, really, to have found someone tidy like him. Someone who appreciates being neat and organized.

Once that's done, he steps into the shower with a sigh. The water pressure is fantastic, and the heat feels good after a long plane ride. The only thing that would make it better would be Alexander in here with him.

Casper doesn't have to wait too long, at least, until Alexander is slipping into the shower with him. The shower spray is very much welcomed after feeling stale from the plane ride over, and, really, the view inside the shower isn't something to scoff at.

"Well? What's the scientific opinion?"

"Excellent temperature and pressure. This scientist heartily approves." Casper turns to let the water wash over his back and soothe his shoulder muscles. And, also, so he can greet Alexander with a smile and a kiss.

"We might need a few more showers, of course. For proper data collection."

"Of course."

There will definitely be a few showers over the coming days.

He allows Casper his kiss and kisses him back, feeling, for the moment, quite content and unconcerned with anything else.

"Are you happy?"

"I am," he sighs, draping his arms over Alexander's shoulders. Keeping close, basking in the other man's presence. Utterly pleased and smiling softly as he noses at Alexander's cheek. "I am so, so happy right now.

Are you?"

"Very happy."

His arms go around Casper, happy that Casper's happy and happy that there's no unnecessary noise in his brain for the moment.

"But I think I could be happy most places with you."

"You're so sweet. I like that you're only sweet with me." Though he does also sort of like it, when Alexander is sharp with people. It's never anything that he's admitted out loud, but the man is pretty damn sexy when he's angry. It's a bit of a turn on.

He combs his fingers through Alexander's hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. "I also like that your hair is a little curly when it's damp. And that only I get to see that."

Alexander's nose scrunches a bit. Sweet. It's not something he strives to be, nor is it something he's ever even desired to be. But he can suffer being sweet for Casper, because he doesn't see it as sweet. He's just appreciative.

"I like when you tell me all the things you like about me," he says, leaning his head back in to Casper's touch.

"Oh dear, well, that could take all evening. I could write a many hours long lecture about all the things I like about you." And he kisses that scrunched nose. Because he can. Because (and he feels a little safer thinking this, while champagne tipsy) he has a sweet, handsome boyfriend who took him to Paris and is being affectionate in the shower with him.

"I'll resist making a PowerPoint. Give you a more hands-on demonstration, instead."

"Oh, is that so?"

He'll allow the kiss to his nose, because he likes it. Even if he won't admit it out loud.

"I would hate to lose you to hours of PowerPoint preparation."

"Some other time, then." He nearly makes a joke about an anniversary gift, but it might be too early for that sort of thing.

"Should I wash your hair for you?" Casper loves playing with Alexander's hair, when they're tucked up in bed together.

"I'll allow it."

Because he knows that Casper likes playing with his hair, and he likes Casper playing with his hair, and there's only so much time in the day where his hair isn't carefully held in place by several products (always soft, though, no helmet head for him).

Gently, Casper works shampoo through Alexander's hair. Making sure to be thorough and give his scalp a good massage. It's been a long day of travel, they deserve a bit of pampering.

"I'll show you what suits I brought, before we settle in for bed. So you'll know what we need to look for, tomorrow." It tickles him, it really does, that Alexander likes to dress him up. It makes him feel a bit like arm candy, in a way, but he doesn't mind it a bit.

He almost - almost - feels bad about it, about assuming that Casper's suits don't cut it. He's sure they're fine for conferences and dates around the city. But he really wants to make an impression on Tom and Barbara. No, not wants. Needs.

Besides, he could do with some new suits himself, and he'd hate to leave Casper out of that.

"Always so considerate," he murmurs, enjoying the scalp massage.

Honestly, he's appreciative of the help. Casper's wardrobe is hopelessly outdated, he knows. Most everything was bought decades ago, out of necessity rather than regard to fashion. And he wants to look nice for his partner, besides.

"I'll even wear a real tie for dinner," he offers with a smile, fingers sliding down to gently scratch the back of Alexander's neck.

"Well, I'd make you wear one," he says, and there's no doubt that he means it, too.

He gives Casper a somewhat sharp pat on the hip, between playful and not.

"Let's rinse off and see those suits."

There's a little bit of a yelp at the smack to his hip, and he blushes, but it's -- nice. The playfulness.

One more kiss and a quick rinse of his hair before he steps out, wrapping up in one of the obscenely luxurious robes the hotel has provided and snuggling happily into the plush fabric. Then he sets about hanging up his suits for Alexander to look at. All serviceable, all fine. Good for a meeting or a date back in New York, certainly. But maybe a little on the older side, not quite up with current styles.

He wanders into the room a few moments later, one of the hotel robes loosely tied around him. He's seen a couple of these suits already, and, no, they don't really do Casper any favours, do they? Boring and basic cuts, and lacking good tailoring.

"Which of these do you like the most?"

Alexander isn't entirely heartless when it comes to Casper Darling - a nice suit is pointless if the person wearing it is uncomfortable in it. The least he can do is find something to create a soft landing.

"Well hello, handsome." Alexander gets a kiss on the cheek as Casper splits what's left of the champagne between their two glasses.

He does appreciate, truly, all the fashion advice that Alexander has given him since they first got together. He knows his wardrobe is hopelessly outdated, most everything bought in the late nineties and pulled out when needed. And Alexander Wake is a deeply stylish man, it was one of the first things Casper had noticed. So he takes the advice, happily.

"I think the charcoal grey? That's probably the one I wear the most."

Charcoal is good. A bit more muted than black, which would be too harsh and too crisp on Casper.

"What about that one's more appealing to you?"

It's mostly genuine curiosity. He sips at his champagne, inspecting the suit a little more closely.

"I like the way it fits in the shoulders. It's hard for me to find a jacket that isn't super tight in the shoulders without being too long. I'm a weird shape, broad but a little stocky."

"Mm, I like your shape."

And it's nothing that a good tailor can't fix. It also means it's not really the colour Casper enjoys, which is good, because Alexander is already making plans to put him in something navy.

"And you like it better when it's not hidden under sweaters," he teases with a smile, snuggling in close and nuzzling against Alexander's jaw.

"I'm going to get spoiled, you know. Nice dinners and new suits and all that."

"I like knowing I'm the one who gets to enjoy it."

He slips his hand inside Casper's robe, brushing his fingers across that broad chest of his.

"And I need you to match my style when we go out."

"Well I am more than happy to let you dress me up and style me." He hums a little at the touch, setting his hand at Alexander's waist.

"I've always admired your sense of style. Looking very fine in your three piece suits. Though I'll admit to get distracted whenever you have a button or two undone."

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