Always. [Now that his boyfriend is close enough for touching, Toby eagerly reaches out with one hand to tug the man closer. There's still a last bit of clothing between them, but it won't be an issue for long. Besides, he has an autograph to attend to first.

With that in mind, Toby draws the marker from his pocket as he encourages Dorian to put his hands on the vampire's shoulders.] Hold here for a moment, and I'll set you right. All my other fans will be forever jealous.

[Another flash of fangs and a grin, and then Toby shifts forward to start his work. His signature is slow and scripted, the way everyone's was when he was a young man, though he didn't add his surname. The man attached to it is dead and, really, if he were a star, he'd drop it faster than any shots or drugs he might be tempted into to doing. When it's finished, he blows a soft breath over the marker to dry the signature, then seals it with a kiss over the spot. Entirely pleased with himself, he caps the marker and tosses it onto the end of the loveseat before putting both hands on Dorian's hips.]

If you're quite satisfied, I'll take you throwing yourself at me now. [And then the real fun can begin.]