[ See, Rupert rather likes being one of the misplaced things. Difficult to find unless he wants to be. An emotional vagrant, living lightly but not meanly, flitting from place to place. Enjoying an hour here, a day there, rolling out of bed in the morning and stepping out into a different timezone. He grins boyishly up at Damian leaning over the couch above him. Yes, it is a pretty fitting power. ]

I do wear it rather well, [ He agrees. The idea that his power is no longer strictly just his is an ugly little canker festering in the back of Rupert's mind, but that's an issue to be dealt with another day. There are prettier things to focus on right now. He regards Damian thoughtfully for a moment, scrutinising the planes and curves of his features. The colour of his hair under this ridiculously opulent lighting fixture above them. Redheads are mostly awful, in Rupert's experience. He pats the couch beside him. ]

Come on, if you're going to smear your suit all over the back of the upholstery then you may as well do it properly.