He couldn't help but watch Newton's reaction, smiling to himself and relaxing as his husband seemed to enjoy the gift as much as he hoped he might. Hermann turned his attention to the papers in his hands, pulling on his glasses to peer at them with improved visibility.

"Free breakfast in bed, hm? How generous." A few more 'coupons' read the same except one that he was grateful not to have read aloud. A passs for any sexual favor by the looks of it. Hermann's brows rose. And there was more by the looks of it.

He pulled out a few bottles of paint, or so he assumed by the paintbrushes that accompanied them. Puzzled, he pulled one color closer to read it. He was not an artist by nature..

Edible paint. Ah. Hermann colored a bit. Well he knew what they were doing tonight then. He hoped it didn't taste awful.

But there was one more thing left in the little suspicious bag. A small box.. Hermann drew it out with a dubious look to Newton and opened it with care.

A remote dial? And a note: You're the only one who turns me on It took a few moments for the implications of it to sink in. If his face was warm before, it was positively burning now. Somewhere likely intimate, there was a device attached to Newton's body that was controlled by this remote. He stared at it, wondering if perhaps they should have waited after all.

Pocketing the remote, he worked to regain his composure as he put everything else back in the bag.

"You're really asking to be tormented this evening."