Most of the candles in the hallway are out, at this time of night, leaving Georg as the only source of light as they make their way to the guest room. The slow clinking of Kronid's necklace reminds him of the way his fingers looked against the arm of the chair and Georg lets out a shaky breath.

Everything about the man draws him in. He's enticing. Intoxicating. The scent and sound of him makes it almost hard to breath and Georg leans against the door for a moment before turning to face him with a smile. "And this will be your room for the evening."