Curiosity, perhaps dissatisfaction. Every answer he gave only gave her more questions; either because of the answers he gave, or because she was insatiable in that way. He was a grey area unto himself, ill-suited to intellectual satisfaction. But there was no sense of irritation in her, so he did not think it would be too much a problem.
It may have been a decent opportunity to clarify why exactly attraction so often became mutual, the feedback loop that occurred. He kept silent, still, because the clarification did not feel necessary. She had a notion of the nature of him, and that served him well enough. "I am a series of compliments made flesh," he countered, "but if you have managed to find something else of value in me, you may have as much of it as you desire."
He wrinkled his nose when she pointed out the flaw in his wording, huffed in indignation only somewhat feigned. "You cannot think me any great beauty then," he said slyly, because he could think of little as amusing as claiming himself to be flawless.
Not that he didn't make a valiant effort in that direction.
He hummed as she moved in his lap, hips adjusting to fit her better and grinding against her in the process. Fingers were gentle against his skin, but persistent all the same, a combination he quite liked. If she kept it up, his lap was likely to become a significantly less comfortable seat. "Ah – then I am just another pretty face," he said, adopting petulance as he slid fabric away from her shoulder, drew circles around it with the points of his nails. "Am I at least the prettiest? Lie to me, if you must, I will be inconsolable otherwise."
He shut his eyes as her breath made its way across his skin, though he still listened. "Why do I stay?" he repeated, mildly surprised at the question. Though perhaps he should not have been. "In Valesport, do you mean, or in general? Though I suppose it makes little difference to the answer." He opened his eyes, and looked thoughtful, but in a moment he had closed them again. "I have never seen any reason not to," he said with a shrug. "I travel when I am forced, and not before; there is nothing I want badly enough to seek it. I have no wanderlust in me. I could watch the sun rise over distant lands, I suppose. But I would quickly find myself distracted, and I would make my home there before long. Which sounds dreadfully inconvenient, when all my things are here. This place does not have a hold on my heart, nor does any other; it is a matter of convenience, and only that. It is not an answer that will be much use to you, I fear."
It may have been a decent opportunity to clarify why exactly attraction so often became mutual, the feedback loop that occurred. He kept silent, still, because the clarification did not feel necessary. She had a notion of the nature of him, and that served him well enough. "I am a series of compliments made flesh," he countered, "but if you have managed to find something else of value in me, you may have as much of it as you desire."
He wrinkled his nose when she pointed out the flaw in his wording, huffed in indignation only somewhat feigned. "You cannot think me any great beauty then," he said slyly, because he could think of little as amusing as claiming himself to be flawless.
Not that he didn't make a valiant effort in that direction.
He hummed as she moved in his lap, hips adjusting to fit her better and grinding against her in the process. Fingers were gentle against his skin, but persistent all the same, a combination he quite liked. If she kept it up, his lap was likely to become a significantly less comfortable seat. "Ah – then I am just another pretty face," he said, adopting petulance as he slid fabric away from her shoulder, drew circles around it with the points of his nails. "Am I at least the prettiest? Lie to me, if you must, I will be inconsolable otherwise."
He shut his eyes as her breath made its way across his skin, though he still listened. "Why do I stay?" he repeated, mildly surprised at the question. Though perhaps he should not have been. "In Valesport, do you mean, or in general? Though I suppose it makes little difference to the answer." He opened his eyes, and looked thoughtful, but in a moment he had closed them again. "I have never seen any reason not to," he said with a shrug. "I travel when I am forced, and not before; there is nothing I want badly enough to seek it. I have no wanderlust in me. I could watch the sun rise over distant lands, I suppose. But I would quickly find myself distracted, and I would make my home there before long. Which sounds dreadfully inconvenient, when all my things are here. This place does not have a hold on my heart, nor does any other; it is a matter of convenience, and only that. It is not an answer that will be much use to you, I fear."
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