Mark slowly stepped aside, "Yes..." he replied.
Leon walked in, standing in the centre of the room and looking around the whole place.
Mark closed the door and turned to face Leon, leaning against the door.
"Why grey and black, your home is more homely... this feels... too cold," Leon commented, going over to the bed with black, velvet sheets.
Mark watched Leon quietly, still trying to figure out what his purpose was tonight.
"It was Lake, he said the room should look like my life, lonely and grey. He was mocking my lack of mate when he designed the room," He answered.
Leon frowned, "Lack of a mate... does he still mock you now?" He asked, swinging his leg as he sat on the bouncy bed, his eyes staring at Mark's body before returning to his eyes.
