[He doesn't help nor hinder the removal of his tie. The only thing he does do is flick his gaze to follow the line of the toss of the article to the bed.]

I've lived a thousand thousand of your mortal lives. I don't expect anything new tonight.

[Well, except for the whole zombie aspect, but such minor details, right?

He scrapes gloved fingers from the base of Absinthe's neck and down his spine between his shoulder blades. Even though it is over the fabric of his red button-up shirt, it is hard enough to leave faint pink-white lines that fade in a few seconds.]