Slowly? I'm awfully impressed that you requested that of me of your own volition, my boy. [ Oxford's eyes narrow as his hands obediently reach upwards to undo the first button of his shirt, though the smile doesn't quite fade from his face. He likes a good game from time to time. ] Mind you, I have a feeling there may be some foul play involved here, to be quite honest.

[ There's something strangely thrilling about Cambridge finally exacting his revenge for that - inarguably entertaining - evening, and Oxford supposes it's a good thing that he has very little shame anyway. His eyes don't leave Cambridge's for a moment, watching him as slow, precise fingers do away with the buttons of his shirt. He slips it off his shoulders, before raising expectant brows - what now, my dear? ]