"I suppose I should congratulate you on making me feel conflicted attraction for..." His eyes flit down Saralegui's figure, mouth suppressing a smile, "...boots?"

He gently smoothed his fingertips down Saralegui's slim chest.

"If our situations were reversed," he inquired gently, smoothing one shoe off of Saraelgui's feet, "What would you want?"

He followed with the second, carefully set them aside. Turned a little away from Sara's face, his long-fingered hands carefully curving along the other man's elegant leg. He supported the back of the knee of the nearer leg, and used the fingers of the other hand to neatly nudge up the hems of his pants and skirts toward the knee. He cupped his hands along Sara's calf, slowly and skillfully massaging down toward his ankle-- and then further, along the heel of his foot, careful to avoid touches that might be ticklish.

"If you were the client, and here to throw yourself into a few moments' temporary pleasure."