Eggsy headed to his room, taking a few minutes to get a shower. Not that he needed one but the splash of cold water was definitely helpful.

Toweling dry his hair, he put on a fresh shirt and suit, polished shoes he hadn't toed off, pulling himself together piece by piece. He didn't know what to think, or even how to handle this.

He desperately wanted to go back, crawl into Harry's lap and kiss him like he had fantasized about. He wanted all Harry had promised, to be thoroughly debauched by the man he had dreamt of.

Instead he took JB for a walk and then headed down to Harry's room with the dog. He paused at the door, JB obediently sitting at his heel as soon as he stopped.

"You're acceptable?"