Marius waits while Jake changes in his bedroom, sinking a bit into his own imagination as he visualizes what Jake in the midst of changing out of his work uniform. He leans against the wall of the living room, smiling at both the pictures his mind provides him with and the sounds of rustling clothing coming from behind Jake's shut door. He wonders, too, what Jake's bed looks like. What it feels like.

He brightens when Jake opens the door and steps out, looking quite dapper in his soft blue t-shirt and pants. He moves to meet him, letting his hands fall over the material of his new shirt, playing with and exploring the way it emphasizes his toned skin.

He smiles at that, shaking his head as he leans himself, letting his eyes wander appreciatively all over Jake's body. He leans in to nuzzle a bit at the side of Jake's face, inhaling his scent, a combination of what he imagines police duties to be and his deodorant.

"What if I like the smell?" He says, eyes glimmering. "You do look quite the picture already. Blue looks really good on you."