There was a rumble through the Wrean's chest that might've been a low chuckle, separate only from the Pureblood's by thin cloth, at the sound of Azar's suggestion. Singh's answer was all charm, a tilt of the head to accent their lopsided grin as the other man drew back. "Of course." Nakoa was having fun, that much was certain, and Azar was interesting. Not for his origin, but by way of being. The inattentive masses were largely boring.
Azar, however? His crimson skin was hot beneath clothing still marked by his quick escape. Faint scents of scorched flesh, blood, and bacta from beneath his bandaged arm. Eyes that watched and yearned, curious even in desire. A curiosity returned by Singh in earnest. They'd watched one another in their own natural ways, and soon the view would be closer and further amatory.
In one motion Singh would sweep Azar up and off the dance floor, iron limbs pressing into the Pureblood's thigh and around his waist to keep him well upright as Nakoa strode off to a side door by the corner. Singh had decided he didn't feel like pausing their mutual attention just for the sake of a little walking and went right back to kissing the other man, apparently unhindered on his way save for a little shouldering through the crowd. Whether the fact he was rougher than necessary had been spurred by drink or purely impatience was up in the air.
Midway through brushing fangs against the pureblood's collarbone he kicked open the door, moving up a short set of stairs into a small, apartment-like loft. Obviously temporary and impersonal, it served as a place for Singh without being his place. Apparently the bed- a simply adorned but wide and comfortable thing shoved into a corner opposite a window covered by cleans- was too far. Instead, Azar would be deposited atop a compact work desk. A mug of pens spilled to the floor, irrelevant as the Trandoshans and just as immediately forgotten.
"Lend a hand undressing?" Nakoa rumbled from somewhere near one of Azar's metal-pierced ears. The Wrean's touch wandered freely to find buckles, latches, buttons, and bare skin. "My hands are busy."
@Sreeya