"Ah, I forget," he smiles back, face flushing at their intimate proximity, "the Mayor's Chief of Staff and a police officer. You must be able to make use of a lot of resources." His smile fades when he starts to worry after his sister. "I know the feeling, even if I don't have siblings myself. If it helps from what I know of your sister, I don't think anyone could go after her easily."

"Thank you for the offer," he grins, moving his forehead against Demetri's briefly, "but somehow I can't see James wanting to spend time with the cousin of the woman he arrests so much. I don't know June, really, but she seems lovely," he tells him sincerely.

Fabrice thinks he just invited Demetri to spend the night and he thinks Demetri just agreed. He wonders when he got to be so bold; Moira's the only person who's spent the night here previously.

An odd noise escapes him when Demetri pulls their foreheads apart; he meets the other man's gaze, lets the brilliant blue of it wash over him. When he takes his hands and kisses them, Fabrice feels himself swoon a little bit, actual, honest to God swoons, but he manages to pull himself together to give Demetri's hands a squeeze after he kisses them.

"Neither are you," he tells him, voice heavy with both attraction and a feeling he can't name. "You're a good person, Demetri, and I..." He pauses, trying to think of how to put it into words. "I'm glad you came over tonight."