Jean-Sal was happy Oliver returned the kiss, and seemed almost excited to continue further with him. He gently laid him down on his bed, making sure to be careful with the delicate nobleman. Something about Oliver's pale body made his heart race. The man's skin was so soft, Jean-Sal wondered if he had been made from silk. He had never slept with someone so rich before, but any thoughts about greed never crossed his mind. He didn't care for riches, because he had what he needed to be happy. He wished Oliver could come with him on his travels to learn this too.

He sighed and smiled as they finished up, rolling onto his back and staring at the roof of his tent. The music from his phonograph had stopped playing, and he could still hear the faint music from the fire pit. They would party until all of them fell asleep. He turned to face Oliver, brushing the man's hair out of his face and smiling lightly at him. "You do this often? You were pretty good," he complimented, flashing his teeth as he smiled.