Rook was in full flirtation-and-flattery mode and Emmrich was far from immune. It flattered him greatly that Rook was attracted to him. That wasn't a rare occurrence, but it had been some time since someone he'd been interested in had shared that interest. And it had been far, far longer since someone was so clearly interested. Emmrich could not write this off as pure flattery and playfulness, not after this evening.

And not after that last comment, either. He'd seen Rook's delight at the use of his magic, and hearing that... well. Emmrich was only human.

"Would you?" he asked, smirking.

Emmrich summoned up tiny threads again, grateful that he needed precise care when working with corpses, very aware of how he should never mention that particular detail. He was so very tempted to undo Rook's shirt, but he'd barely touched the man so far. Instead he guided the force magic to his vest and opened the top button before the magic faded away.

"Like that? Or were you thinking of something else?" It was time to rectify the other matter. Emmrich hadn't stopped touching the man's arm, he didn't think he was capable of it, but his other hand went to rest on Rook's heart before he traced the buttons of Rook's shirt upward, slowly, with long fingers until he reached the top one.

"This, for instance?" Two can be forward. Two would have to be, to get anywhere near where Emmrich would like Rook tonight.