"When you phrase it as such," he said, "I find that it sounds much less becoming." He did not, regardless, attempt to dispute the facts of the matter. Unflattering, but nonetheless accurate; he could be remarkably even-handed about such things. More often he stated them plainly himself. Rarely were they actually believed.
"That is one of my very favorite kinds of book," he said, a quirk to his mouth of having amused himself. Not that she could tell him anything he could not taste perfectly well on his own – but that didn't seem a necessary disclosure. Though it did take some of the fun out of it, didn't it, to know that she was always so candid. He had such peculiar affection for forced confession, identifying the taste of things that someone did not know themselves. Not a game to be played with someone as honest with him as she was with herself.
He hadn't quite decided yet what game he was playing, if he was playing a game at all. Maybe he just wanted to see what she'd do.
For now he played passive, let her slide his clothes away from his skin, watched her kneel at his feet without any of the usual submission the position entailed. Even as she kneaded flesh that did not and could not ache, it had more the feel of exploration; something she did to please herself, rather than with the expectation that it would please him.
He could tell that she was being honest, and so there was no point asking if she was serious. She certainly believed that she was incapable of lies. He did not know if he believed it, but even her belief was rare enough. "That certainly sounds… troublesome." Or maybe honesty was less problematic for her, maybe her honesty lacked the sharp edges of his own, cruel when his kindness was almost always a façade.
Though he thought he was getting better about that. He was trying, anyway.
Then again, it had been much easier when he never actually saw anyone.
"I find that I have within me a near limitless well of words on which to draw – and I shall do so endlessly, if you allow it. Mais, if you would like for those words to be arranged in meter, I fear we shall be here quite a while longer. Though I have no doubt that I have done so in the past, I cannot recall it with any kind of clarity, and so I should be forced to start from scratch."
"Not that I am unwilling, of course, but it seems a bit of a waste under the circumstances."
"That is one of my very favorite kinds of book," he said, a quirk to his mouth of having amused himself. Not that she could tell him anything he could not taste perfectly well on his own – but that didn't seem a necessary disclosure. Though it did take some of the fun out of it, didn't it, to know that she was always so candid. He had such peculiar affection for forced confession, identifying the taste of things that someone did not know themselves. Not a game to be played with someone as honest with him as she was with herself.
He hadn't quite decided yet what game he was playing, if he was playing a game at all. Maybe he just wanted to see what she'd do.
For now he played passive, let her slide his clothes away from his skin, watched her kneel at his feet without any of the usual submission the position entailed. Even as she kneaded flesh that did not and could not ache, it had more the feel of exploration; something she did to please herself, rather than with the expectation that it would please him.
He could tell that she was being honest, and so there was no point asking if she was serious. She certainly believed that she was incapable of lies. He did not know if he believed it, but even her belief was rare enough. "That certainly sounds… troublesome." Or maybe honesty was less problematic for her, maybe her honesty lacked the sharp edges of his own, cruel when his kindness was almost always a façade.
Though he thought he was getting better about that. He was trying, anyway.
Then again, it had been much easier when he never actually saw anyone.
"I find that I have within me a near limitless well of words on which to draw – and I shall do so endlessly, if you allow it. Mais, if you would like for those words to be arranged in meter, I fear we shall be here quite a while longer. Though I have no doubt that I have done so in the past, I cannot recall it with any kind of clarity, and so I should be forced to start from scratch."
"Not that I am unwilling, of course, but it seems a bit of a waste under the circumstances."
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