Okay, maybe he was a little less professional with Dionysus' father, but can you blame him?

The man was an image, a sight, a tree, and Regulus would gladly climb him like one.

As he prepared little Dionysus to get picked up, he might've imagined a little too hard about his father.

Of course, the kid's parent would arrive just when those thoughts had gotten a little... more inappropriate.

Oh God, he was even taller than Regulus had expected. The man was nearly a solid foot taller than him, his shoulders were broad enough to make him almost uncomfortably feel small, and Regulus wasn't even going to try to deny this: he wanted to be picked up right where he stood and let the man just do whatever he wanted to him.

He mentally shook his head, forcing himself to stop staring at the attractive man (who he had to admit, very much looked like an older, beefier, more rugged version of Dionysus) and forcing himself to pay attention to the conversation, but he could barely focus, distracted as he was with imagining just how easily the other man could pick him up and hold him, easily, in those hands of his-

Oh for the love of- STOP thinking those things, Regulus!

He couldn't help it, though - there was just something about the man's sheer presence that called to his more submissive side, his voice was deep and growly in a way that Regulus very much appreciated, and his eyes-

Okay, the eyes were unfair. How was it fair that someone had such gorgeous eyes? They were beautiful.

Regulus forced himself to focus on the conversation, trying to ignore the way the other man's voice went right to his spine and just made him want to sink right to his knees and-

Stop!

He cleared his throat, fighting the urge to swallow and praying he didn't actually look as flustered as he felt.

"Hello. I'm Regulus," he managed to say as he dropped Dionysus off, offering the man his hand to shake and desperately praying that the other man didn't notice how much his voice wavered.