William didn't know why, but he felt strangely nervous as he glanced at the actor. He nods. "Hello, Mr morgan."

Raphael hums, and he tilts his head ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing into slits as he continued to stare at William. This felt... intimate- private even. He took a slow, small sip of his drink before he spoke again, the rasp slightly more prominent now.

"Please, call me Raphael. None of that 'Mr. Morgan' stuff."

"...Alright, Raphael," William replied, still rather stiff.

Raphael let out a slow chuckle, taking a slow step closer. And another until he was mere inches from William, looking down at him. He was quite a lot taller. 

"You look nervous, William... I can call you that, right? You're calling me Raphael...it's only natural I return the favor, hm?" His voice got quieter, he leaned down further, speaking to him in a soft, almost sultry whisper.

William nods, a little awkwardly. "Uh- of course, yes."

Raphael couldn't help it, a smirk tugged at the right corner of his lips as he heard him trying to hide his nervousness. He'd seen that nervous glance and the way he'd fiddled with his glass. He found it almost...cute.

"You are, a bit... Nervous." he leaned even closer, their faces only inches away now. And he spoke again, his voice even quieter. "Your hands are trembling."

"I-" He took a sip of his drink, hoping the alcohol would help him loosen up. "Just a little preoccupied. Don't worry about it."

Raphael let out a soft, amused hum. Still as close as ever, he could smell William's cologne and feel his breath on his neck.

"Preoccupied, huh? What's on your mind, hm.." 

He reached his free hand up and tilted his face, his fingers slightly calloused but surprisingly gentle as he made William look at him.

His eyes, looking intense as ever, scanned over the otherface, studying his every little feature. From his pale, almost porcelain skin, his long eyelashes, his sharp nose- and to his soft-looking lips, looking a pale pink colour. As if begging to be devoured. Raphael's gaze lingered there for a second and he bit his own bottom lip a bit as he gently ran his thumb over William's lips.

"What are you doing...?" Despite knowing better, he felt his heart skip a beat at the actor's sudden action. 

Raphael shrugged a bit, running his thumb over William's bottom lip once again before pulling his hand away. He stayed close, just as he was, studying him still. He smirked slightly again. "Just wondering if the lips are as soft and warm as they look." He said it so casually and so quietly, yet it was such a bold and blunt declaration. His face, as usual, betraying nothing of his thoughts. 

A faint pink hue spread across William's pale cheek. "You- what are you saying..."

Raphael raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing the pink blush, finding it almost adorable. He chuckled softly, leaning down once more, their faces barely inches apart. He titled his head a bit, his smirk growing into a smug grin. "You're so sensitive..." He reached a hand out, gently tilting his chin again.

"And sensitive people are so cute when they're flustered, you know."

"You-" William tried to snap back, but all that came out was a weak protest. Maybe it was the alcohol. "There are other people here- They'll see-"

Raphael chuckled, once more finding this cute. "You think I care what they say? You should know they say enough about you and me already, darling." 

He leaned even closer, their faces now less than an inch away from eachother, his warm breath fanning over William's cheek. He slowly ran his hand up and down the singer's chest, his fingers slowly tracing over the soft silk of his shirt. "You said you were preoccupied...Let me take your mind off it."

He smirked, picking up a glass of wine from a passing waiter, gently raising the cup to William's lips.

Raphael tilted the glass gently, a silent command for the older man to drink it. He had a cocky expression on his face but there was a certain sense of gentleness within his touch and eyes, though his smirk indicated anything but. He was gentle with his movements, almost slow...like he was handling a fragile, glass-like person.