He's charmed, immediately and very thoroughly. Folding his hands in his lap to curb the urge to reach out and hug the child, Balthazar opts instead for studying him seriously. "It's your decision whether to trust me, of course. I know...an older version of you. Your name is Roi Davis, right? I'm Balthazar. Balthazar Blake. This is my room, but I promise I didn't bring you here."

There should be some cognitive dissonance, regarding a prepubescent form of a man he's slept with repeatedly, but somehow Balthazar doesn't feel any awkwardness or shame, much less any darker urges. Just affection, and possibly protective instincts lurching into overdrive.

((Girlfriend is feeling ill, so I'm off for the night.))