He pauses for a moment, his fingers frozen in midair, but then a change seems to sweep over his expression and it visibly warms as he steps forward, bending his knee as he settles half his weight onto the bed again, wrapping an arm around Monty's shoulders. "I'm too used to career Companions," he murmurs, half to himself, and gently but firmly tugs Monty closer, their slight weight no issue at all for Justin to handle, picking them up, heedless of the mess, and settling them onto his lap so he can better wrap his arms around them, his own body warm through the thin material of his shirt. Monty would definitely be able to feel the girth and hardness of his erection through his slacks, physical evidence of Justin's own want and desire.

"Is that a must have for this meeting, Monty?" He asks, voice low and intimate in their ear. "I already know what my decision will be. But I want to hold off until I can truly, fully have you, and I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself, today."