Kronid is shorter than Georg, for all his presence...so it's through his eyelashes that he looks up as he draws just a little closer, his voice a low, alluring purr.

"...I assure you, the pleasure is all mine."

He wets his lips a little, expression shifting to something...dark, mysterious.

And then, as quickly as he started, he pulls back, sliding his hand just past Georg's waist to the doorknob, pushing the door open.