I must apologize on Lord Byron's behalf. If it helps, he has given me my fair share of scratches. I believe he shows his affection in that manner.

[he gazes down at francel's back- at the flesh pulled in slightly by the tight garment. he can't place precisely what holds its eroticism.]

I don't think I can physically withstand to be any more aroused- not that undressing you will remedy that! Quite the opposite, really... [he laughs heartily as he straddles francel's little ass. he unclasps the frippery, then presses his large, powerful hands into the young man's back. he is met with relatively little resistance as he pushes the muscle around- based purely on his own strength perhaps.]