Sunshine and Roses

Justin's eyes glowed with pleasure. It was difficult for him to keep his hands at his side. He wanted to caress that impassive face, watch it bloom with color and desire. It was neither the time nor the place. "Do you like the new house?"
"It seems well made."
Justin laughed. "But elaborate?"
"I am sure it is more comfortable than the castle."
"A great deal more. The real test will come this winter when the snow surrounds us and the cold tries to invade. I am having thick glass inserted into each pane. The old hornpane is not fit to use in cold weather." The silence that filled the room made them awkward and self-conscious. 
"May I go to my room now? I'd like to put my equipment away."
"I put you on the third floor."
"I would like to have my old room in the castle."
"The castle is closed completely. It would not be fair to the servants to want them to take care of both places."
"Nay."
"You will like your room." His eyes lingered on the other man's lips.
"I will go up now."
Justin sighed and turned toward the glowing flames in the fireplace. "I would like you to start tomorrow. If you are willing to work each morning, you may have the afternoons free to paint."
"Do I come here?"
"Yes. We will be touring the estate for the next few days. I would like you to see how much change there has been." He turned back to the monk. "I am glad you accepted my offer."
"I had very little choice, " came the honest reply. He went to the door but hesitated. "Why did you ask me to come back?"
"It was Sir Guy's offer."
"You did not have to accept it."
"Nay."
"Then why?"
"Need you ask?"
Inhaling sharply, Lowry hurried from the room.