The flirting is pronounced enough now that it's likely reckless to entertain it any longer than this. But the compliment has him smirking for a moment. He's deranged, sure, but he's still susceptible to flattery like everyone else. "I don't know. At least 18 or I'm gonna have another sin to add to that list they have on me."
He's focused on what he does, but it doesn't make him blind to Francis' response to it. Shit like that is hard to hide from this close. The fact that Francis doesn't once stop him is enough to show that he'd guessed right. Which entirely complicates his idea of who exactly he was and what sort of moral stance he has. It all just comes together to make Lester suspicious as fuck.
When the doors don't unlock he sighs, supposing there's no alternative than to let Francis return the favor so they can be done here. "Yeah, as much as it looks like you're getting off on this, no one gets a happy ending if I bleed out on top of you in this room." He drops the knife on the younger man's chest and gives it a couple pats as he gets off him to sit nearby. Thankfully he's not in costume or it would take a while to reveal skin.
Lester turns his back to Francis and pulls off his shirt. "Hurry up before I change my mind." He mumbles, hunching over a bit since he's pretty sure he's not going to enjoy it the way Francis seemed to. Maybe.
ty. the storm has shifted east so my area seems to be in the clear
He's focused on what he does, but it doesn't make him blind to Francis' response to it. Shit like that is hard to hide from this close. The fact that Francis doesn't once stop him is enough to show that he'd guessed right. Which entirely complicates his idea of who exactly he was and what sort of moral stance he has. It all just comes together to make Lester suspicious as fuck.
When the doors don't unlock he sighs, supposing there's no alternative than to let Francis return the favor so they can be done here. "Yeah, as much as it looks like you're getting off on this, no one gets a happy ending if I bleed out on top of you in this room." He drops the knife on the younger man's chest and gives it a couple pats as he gets off him to sit nearby. Thankfully he's not in costume or it would take a while to reveal skin.
Lester turns his back to Francis and pulls off his shirt. "Hurry up before I change my mind." He mumbles, hunching over a bit since he's pretty sure he's not going to enjoy it the way Francis seemed to. Maybe.