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Francis found himself smirking slightly once the other began to nod with such a blushing face. Well, he'd gotten a very good response out of him with that, and he was proud of himself. Maybe he was finally getting a good point across. He did hope so. He cared for the little blonde more than he would have liked to believed, and he wanted for him to know.

"Plans? None at all," the Frenchman then mused, continuing to look at his swishing glass for a while before bringing it to his lips and taking a good drink out of it. "The only thing I plan on doing tonight," he paused, and he almost wanted to finish that sentence with the word 'you', but he figured that might be too much for the bashful Canadian. "... is visiting you and your little bear. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

After speaking, he set down his glass of wine and examined Matthew curiously. He seemed to be comfortable, which was good. With anyone else, Francis would be pushing the borders right now, trying to be as lewd and extroverted as possible. But this was Matthew. He wanted him to be calm around him, be comfortable. A smile came to his face as he realized, zut, he may just truly love the North American child. There really was no other explanation for it.

"Why'd you ask, cheri?" Francis raised a curious eyebrow. "You know that once you're in my schedule, nothing else matters."

"Well," Francis mused quite amiably as he finished off the wine left in his glass, "Now you know." a wink was soon sent Matthew's way and he took a good look at the bottle of wine. He wanted to reach for it and refill his glass, just like Matthew was doing, but he knew that if he went for another glass, he may just start getting tipsy. He wondered now how Matthew would react, since he seemed to be wanting to drink quite a lot of wine.

"The wine's delicious, non?" he soon chuckled, and reached over to tuck a blonde tuft of hair back behind Matthew's ear affectionately. "I knew you'd like it. I'll make a mental note to myself to buy this for you when I come over on my next visit to Canada." he grinned as he pulled his hand back afterwards and watched the blonde quietly. "Whenever you're ready, I'll take you back to your hotel. D'accord?"

"Do not worry about it, Mathieu~! Wine is to be drank happily and fully, after all." Francis smiled and he looked at his empty wine glass, suddenly craving one last sip. Then he noticed that there was still a little bit left in Matthew's, so he reached over and delicately took the glass, taking the final sip that finished off the wine. Hmm, and if he tried hard enough, he could almost taste Matthew's lips. Now that was quite an appealing thought.

"All right, dear." the Frenchman took out some cash and set it on the table, knowing that what he set down would be more than enough to cover. They could keep the change as a generous tip. Now he was focused on other things, like walking over and helping Matthew out of his seat by holding his hand and pulling him up. Like a gentleman.

A very sexy gentleman.
"On we go," he cooed, even wrapping an arm around the Canadian's waist and keeping him close as he led him outside. "Now, what hotel are you staying in, again?"

"Ah, I know exactly where that is." Francis's smile was all too wide as the other leaned closer to him and- oh Dieu- that yawn. He was having a bit of trouble keeping his hands to himself. But just wait it out, Francis, and you'll get somewhere. This is Mathieu, after all. You really care for him- he's not just a toy.

With that in mind he led them to his car, politely opening the car door and ushering him inside, even buckling his seat belt for him and everything. After that he got in the driver's seat, readied himself, and took off. He had to be quick- he hoped for a fun night in store. "So, Matthew." Francis purred as he searched for the hotel. "Any spare room left in your hotel? If I accidentally stay over for too long, I wouldn't mind bunking with you for just one night. All right with you~?"

Francis smiled a little to himself once Matthew spoke. Ah, he was allowed to stay the night at the hotel? This was nice, welcoming news. As he grinned he reached over with his hand, carefully driving with one hand while his other patted Matthew's thigh affectionately.

"Merci, mon chaton." he purred, and oh he knew he was about to lose his self-control soon. It was getting a bit hard to resist the slightly sleepy, cute Matthew. And, thank goodness, he saw the hotel just up ahead! Just a few more stoplights and they'd be there.

Francis only chuckled after that and soon pulled his hand back so he could drive properly and pull in to the parking area of the hotel. Once he'd roamed around the parking lot and eventually parked, he exited his car and walked to Matthew's side of the car, opening it and unbuckling him, and leading him out carefully before he shut the door and made sure to lock his car.

"Lead the way to your room, cheri." he murmured, really starting to grow impatient with his urges. He wanted to do multiple things to the boy right here, right now, but he held himself back. He had to remember just who he was dealing with, after all. And they had to get to the room first. "I'll follow close behind."

True to his word, the Frenchman was not far behind the young blonde as they walked into the hotel. He nodded and smiled occasionally at people that passed by, and once they stopped in front of the elevator he was able to get a good look around. It looked like a fairly decent hotel. It didn't look ridiculously expensive and it didn't look extremely cheap. It was, overall, very beautiful and nice.

"Très magnifique," Francis mused and he rested his arm around Matthew's waist again, holding him close. For several reasons, really. One, he had the vague idea that maybe the wine was going to have effects on him, so he needed support. Two- holding him against his body like this was wonderful and he loved the physical contact. "Not as nice and gorgeous as you, cheri, but astounding nonetheless."

"I do not see you complaining much about it," Francis purred and soon chuckled as Matthew practically dragged them inside the elevator. Glad they were the only ones. And as the doors closed he looked at the button the boy had pressed. At seeing the top button glow a bright yellow, his eyes widened.

"Top floor, Mathieu?" he said in surprise, and suddenly, he smirked. Oh. They had quite some time until they reached the top floor. He could at least tease on the elevator. He couldn't hold in his urges for too long, after all. So he carefully began toying with the hem of Matthew's shirt, twirling the fabric between his fingers. "Interesting choice."