[ Charlie wants to kiss him again, but he hates waiting for what he wants, hates sitting on his hands idly. Often times when he asks for something, it's delivered on a silver platter when he expects it, but this? This is different. Danny's not his usual fare, after all, and Charlie is both excited and uncertain about it.

The fact that he doesn't have complete control over the situation keeps him a little on guard, keeps the game of it all going that much longer. He tucks his free hand into his pocket, the other holding his jacket over his shoulder, posh and confident as he walks beside Danny. There's an ease that grants Charlie some attention the street -- the occasional girl giving him a once over, or the little alluring laugh. This place does wonders for the ego, and while those usually draw Charlie's attention, he finds his eye wandering back to Danny, surveying him when he thinks the other man isn't looking.

Charlie appreciates pretty things, after all. ] So, how many dodgy bars are there here? I'd be afraid to see that last one in the light of day. God, the bartender couldn't even pour a good drink.