It's inevitable that he would detect it -- but Mulligan already believed this was a little bit of a sugar daddy thing, so he's unfazed. Maybe even a little tickled by it. He quirks his eyebrow up at Burr, and murmurs, as his assistant offers Jefferson a refill, "Guess someone's getting lucky tonight."
A moment later, he's at Burr's shoulders, the length of his arms. "It's been said I'm a great wingman," he says. "You want the room for ten minutes after this, to seal the deal, you just let me know." He comically waggles his eyebrows.
Jefferson sits back, not having noticed the conversation, but noting the embarrassed look on Burr's face. Is it bad that he finds that a little erotic, too? Burr being unaccustomed to this kind of attention, this kind of luxury.
Eventually, Mulligan releases Burr to head back to the armchair by Jefferson, where a glass of wine is waiting, and he sends the assistant to the other room for some off-the-rack samples.
"I wouldn't have you in something you don't like," Jefferson says. "You should feel as lovely as you are," with a brief touch to Burr's hand. "What do you think of a pattern?"
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A moment later, he's at Burr's shoulders, the length of his arms. "It's been said I'm a great wingman," he says. "You want the room for ten minutes after this, to seal the deal, you just let me know." He comically waggles his eyebrows.
Jefferson sits back, not having noticed the conversation, but noting the embarrassed look on Burr's face. Is it bad that he finds that a little erotic, too? Burr being unaccustomed to this kind of attention, this kind of luxury.
Eventually, Mulligan releases Burr to head back to the armchair by Jefferson, where a glass of wine is waiting, and he sends the assistant to the other room for some off-the-rack samples.
"I wouldn't have you in something you don't like," Jefferson says. "You should feel as lovely as you are," with a brief touch to Burr's hand. "What do you think of a pattern?"