Jaxon did not think anything of the way he flirted. It was just who he was- came as natural as breathing. When the chastising came from Oriel, he smirked and promised to behave. "I'll be good." Jax said to Oriel, before continuing to Felicia: "I'd never want to do anything to get you punished, darlin'." The husky tone used to form his last words promised that he was much more interested in being the one dolling out any punishment.

Jaxon pouted adorably in response to being told to keep his pants on. "If that is really want you want--As hard as that'll be, I guess I can," he declared with an exaggerated playful sigh. "But don't you think Ms. Lewis would approve of us getting a little bit dirty?" His dark eyes sparkled with mischief, his focus back on Oriel again.

Jax plopped down on the couch as he was instructed to do. Watching and waiting to see what the creative mind had envisioned for the first picture--

Oriel repressed the urger to face palm as Jaxon's reaction to stop flirting was to flirt some more. He did pinch the bridge of his nose, those, betraying his annoyance. At that, the two models seemed to sober up. Their jobs depended on wether the photographer wanted them in the picture or not. Oriel could just was well dismiss them and they wouldn't get paid. They were replaceable, he knew. A generic kind of beauty.

"Open your legs, Jaxon." Instructed, refusing to touch the man again, lest it encouraged him. Then he pushed Camden down to the floor until he was sitting between the seeker's legs, with his back towards the seeker and his arms slung over his thighs. He tilted the model's head up. "Grab Camden's face, make him look up at you." He told Jaxon.

Then he turned to Felicia and instructed her to bend over, wrapping one arm around Jaxon's neck and draping it over his collarbone. With her other hand he told her to reach down Jaxon's free arm and clutch onto his wrist. Her face had to be buried in his neck.

"Don't look at either of them Jaxon. In fact..." He tilted his head in concentration. "Don't grab Camden's face, grab his hair... though not roughly. You're not being aggressive."

The amusement the seeker felt at Oriel's frustration was painted all over the Cole's youthful features. But his playmates seemed to take the scolding more seriously--as neither Cia or Cam, as Jax had taken to calling them, seemed willing to play anymore...for now.

Oriel gave another command...this one earned a smirk and an arch of a dark brow as Jaxon complied. "As you wish," he purred sinfully. Jax was in far too playful a mood to be serious and behave himself. The models were placed, bodies melding into his-while starkly contrasted against him.

Cam's face was in his hands, thumbs lazily grazing across the sharp cheekbones of the other man. Jax glanced down at him only to be told not to do so. Cia's breath caused goosebumps to form down Jaxon's neck, but he suppressed even shiver at the sensation. His were affliction made him warmer than his companions--heat radiated off him despite his sparse clothing.

New instructions came and Jaxon complied with them without comment. Dropping his unbound wrist to the couch, Jax let his other hand slip across Cam's face into his fair hair. Cia's slender fingers adjusted around his wrist, as he gave Cam's locks a slight tug, forcing the male model's face to tilt further up towards Jax. The seeker's sultry heavy-lidded gaze didn't go to either model, but stayed fixated right on the photographer.

Oriel considered the sight before him. Yes, that was what he had in mind, exactly that. Including Jaxon's lazy and yet provocative fixed stare. He'd ignored the seeker's privatise comment while sitting down, not in the mood to return his teasing. Right now, he was concentrated. Sure, he was concentrated on Jaxon, but it wasn't the same. His look now was appraising, critical and unwavering. Unlike his previous good humoured and slightly flirty looks.

He raised his wand, moving the lights around them and dimming them, creating a more seductive environment. But the models didn't move and Oriel's posture didn't change.

"Keep your eyes on me, Jaxon. Ignore them." He instructed, kneeling and raising his camera but meeting Jaxon's gaze until the last second. Then he snapped the picture, and another soon followed, just in case. That was the picture that went with the article. Now only the picture for the cover remained, and that one was simple.

Everything was so serious now. None of his playmates willing to give into him, though he was fairly sure he did feel Cia's tongue and then lips again on his skin. Minx!

The lighting shifted and he tugged slightly harder on Cam's hair, seeing if he could get any rise out of the man. A small smirk was the only reward Jax could reap, and that was only observed in his peripheral vision. His eyes stayed locked onto Oriel's. Their dark inviting depths speaking volumes as to his deviant thoughts.

"You have my full attention, O," the seeker half lied, but the words came out sounding honest and sinful. This was less fun than the preparation had been. Though, Oriel had said only two pictures, so one done, left one to go, he thought as Cia's teeth grazed his pulse point. So discreetly mischievous--he loved it. The tall lithe types weren't usually his cup of tea, but he would be bedding this witch someday soon.

When Oriel got to his feet again he took out the roll of negatives, handing them to his assistant and accepting a new one without looking at the models or Jaxon. He wanted to get this over with quickly so as he turned around he waved his wand and the lights went back to normal. He slipped the new roll into his camera and let it hang, sticking his wand into his bun before clapping his hands loudly.

"Alright people, last picture now. Cover picture so you know the drill." He pointed at the models. "You two are done. Feel free to leave or hang around, just get off the stage please. Stage hands, I want this blank. Cordelia! Get Jaxon cleaned up and into his uniform. Someone fetch his broom."

He jumped off the stage and started urging the people around, causing a flurry of movement to suddenly erupt. He was ignoring Jaxon. He like this job, he had been on board with going for drinks, sure. But he had told him he could give a 'misbehaving extremely' a try. This was where it landed him. Oriel liked to concentrate and Jaxon was distracting everyone.

He watched with an unimpressed look as the two models hurried away from the seeker, having caught on to his sudden impatience. They were headed over to the changing rooms.

Felicia whispered a farewell and told him to owl her. Then, she and Cam were gone. Jaxon lazily rose from the couch only seconds before some stage hand magicked the piece of furniture away.

Jaxon made it over to his pants to retrieve his wand. A single spell washed the logo from his chest as Cordelia approached with his uniform. He thanked her and moved over to the changing room instead of stripping in front of the whole group again.

The door mostly closed to the changing room, Jax shimmied out of the ripped blue pants and back into his underthings before getting into his uniform. The broom he had brought with him was the newest Firebolt. The team was supposed to use them this season, but he wasn't crazy about it. Didn't handle quite as well as the Japanese model he'd scored off a fellow athlete--but sometimes it was about money and not performance in choosing the team's equipment, he understood that.

He took the broom from Cordelia, when offered it--and thanked her again. The stage was nearly clear now. No signs of the disaster area that had just been dominating the space--it was crazy really, how fast they worked. He guessed they could all tell that Oriel was getting a bit perturbed. Whatever--this was supposed to be something fun, not super serious. Jax didn't do super serious--except when it came to the rebellion, but that was very different and very secret.

"So, what now?" the seeker asked, coming up behind Oriel.

Oriel turned around and looked up at Jaxon from his camera with a raised eyebrow. He studied the uniform and decided that he indeed did not like the colours. Maybe it was the fact that they resembled yet totally differed from his house colours and it put him on edge. Whatever the reason, even if he still found Jaxon as enticing as before, he was't too interested in flirting with him now. Jason had made it clear that any pretty face in the room was fine, therefor Oriel would concentrate on his job first.

The seeker was the one who'd chosen to do the exact opposite of what Oriel had asked. He was a grown man and could deal with the repercussions.

"Now you stand back up on the stage, hold your broom on your shoulders and look challengingly at the camera." He told him simply. "This isn't my choice, it's a basic layout Reina wants for the cover. One shot, then you're free to go."

He frowned at Jaxon's face and whipped out his wand again, wiping away the remaining make up off his face. "Cordelia I told you to get him cleaned up." He complained before walking away and getting back onto the stage.

Oriel was clearly in a mood now, which was rather disappointing. If a bit of friendliness was enough to turn the photographer sour then regardless of how interesting he might be, the man definitively would not be good company for the Cole. Chasing after a pretty face with a camera was a bad, B-A-D idea anyway. He knew that all too well, but that knowledge did nothing to temper his disappointment.

O gave him his instructions and the seeker nodded, "Yeah, okay," was his curt reply. If that was how Oriel wanted to play it, Jax could do aloof and brash.

The seeker was turning to do as he had been directed, when Oriel turned his wand on him again. No teasing touches or anything even akin to friendly this time around. The make-up was just magicked away. "Yo, what the fuck--don't take it out on her, just cause you got a little green." Jax said after the photographer snapped at Cordelia--who seemed to Jaxon to be one of the hardest working people there today. The witch was obviously trying--and hard, much more than most people ever would. "Look she's doin' all you asked. Just like everybody else. Big man on set--that's you."

Jaxon frowned at the retreating figure, falling into step behind him though--the seeker did not stop talking: "Work doesn't have to be somethin' miserable and super serious." Jaxon continued as he follwed Oriel back to the stage, his words softly spoken to the artist's back. "Just--I dunno...Lighten up, man. Live a little. Breathe--jerk that stick outta your arse. I play a game for a livin'--obviously havin' fun and enjoyin' life is somethin' I value."

He let it go at that, drifting some distance away from the photographer and slinging his broom over his shoulders. His smile had fallen away--

Oriel rolled his eyes. Of course. Jason didn't get it because everything in his life was a game. Nothing in his life was serious. And he envied that, he really did, but he put a lot of effort into his work and he didn't appreciate it when someone just started goofing off when he was trying to get a single shot. That was not how he worked.

"I'm not taking it out on her. I just appreciate it when people do their jobs." He told the other man with a patient if somewhat dry tone. "Listen, I'm glad that you get to have fun every second of your life, professional or otherwise. But I'm making an effort to take these pictures, so when I don't have the camera in my hands then I don't care what you do. You could flirt with Camden and Felicia and whoever you wanted then, but I'm making an effort to do my job here. And my job is obviously not super serious, but when I'm taking pictures it's different than when everyone's getting ready. And if I don't get these right Reina is going to think she can't give me such a free reign and I'll have to do everything all over again with even more limitations."

He shook his head. He didn't have a stick up his arse. He was just pretty obsessive when it came to his pictures and when those pictures were also up for judgement before publication... well, he got tense. It wasn't his fault, he couldn't help it, but he also recognised that it wasn't really Jaxon's fault that he didn't see it that way.

"Sorry if it bothered you. I get that it's a very different work environment than you're used to."