He ignored him for the most part. Kicking off his black boots, he pulled his feet up onto the bed. The soft sheets feeling good against his toes, ticklish under his bare feet. The silence ticking by the two of them near painfully and he fished his phone out of his jean pocket. Searching through his list of songs, he sought for one that would lull him to sleep. He just couldn't fall asleep in absolute silence, no matter how much he tried. He always needed his window open to the traffic down below or his phone loud and playing [s]or the gentle breathing of a lover.[/s] Either way, he needed white noise and not the incessant blabber of some idiot.

 He felt the bed dip while he decided to forgo his list of songs and use the internet instead. Raising an eyebrow at the free wifi while his page loaded. He turned his head to glare at the man, keeping a poker face to his laughter. Looking bored even as he looked over the other's broad chest. Really it wasnt surprising though he wondered just how much the plastic surgery. It was probably a drop of water in the vast ocean of wealth theguy was probably skinny dipping in.

 "I dont need anything from you." He muttered, hitting the first video that popped up in the music grouping. Near immediately, the words rang out loudly from some korean or japanese song, [I]migi kata ni murasaki chōcho kiss o shita kono heya no sumi de setsunai to iu kanjō o shiru hibiku piano fuk-[/I] He grimaced and swiped it away, picking a video with a thumbnail of a piano instead. The long haunting notes filling the room before playing off into a faster beat. It would have to do. He sighed and left his phone by the bed side table, turning to tell Blake to get off the bed and off his case. Instead, he paused and blinked, then turned away and rubbed his eyes. Turning back to the man, he could swear he had seen a....nevermind.

 "Everything you buy doesnt count if you own the place anyway."