[ For a moment there's only the soft wet sounds of his mouth working Roche over like he's gettin' paid and the rent's due tomorrow. He's sober enough to at least listen for footsteps if they pass by the table, pausing only when he has to, but mostly going in without restraint, swallowed to the base and his nose touching Roche's stomach when a waitress in a fancy getup passes by with several expensive-looking bottles of something for a large table on the far side of the room. After she passes, he pulls back, his answer in a hissed whisper that carries enough that anyone nearby probably can hear the ss-ss-ss sounds, but not much else. ]

You shouldn't, but you're gonna tell me anyway. You're gonna spill some secrets tonight, baby.

[ Secrets. His prized currency. Back to teasing, murmuring quietly again. It's fine if Roche doesn't (or can't) answer him back—the talk is meant to rile him up as much as the other fancy tricks with his mouth are. Maybe even moreso. ]

It's not just gonna be somethin' for nothin'... I'll talk if you treat me right. And you will, won't you? You're so good to me. ♥

[ the flirty heart emoji is literally audible. and so is the noisy sound he makes when he sucks him down again, prompting a lady at the table next to them to glance over, frowning. ]