Of course the conversation would have nowhere to go when he talked himself in circles. It was hardly the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. She did not bother trying to unravel the winding mess he'd made, and he did not blame her, though it would have amused him to see the attempt. He spoke for the sake of hearing himself speak, being heard, consuming whatever effect his words may have had. Verbal responses were only necessary when they lead to other, more interesting responses. Embarrassment, perhaps, or arousal. Faint amusement was nice enough, but it was hardly a necessity.
He leaned into her touch, still touching her as he pleased. Petting her like a cat, aimless and idle and with no real goal in mind. "Am I not pretty?" he asked as an answer. "Am I not clever, and charming as well? I find these virtues enough to suit me, though this is not enough for everyone." He made no claims to kindness or intelligence, moral fortitude or strength of will. Not even to honesty, though he was usually very honest. Though he often told the truth, his truths were rarely honest, and even less often sincere.
His mouth affected something that was almost a pout, a tilt to his eyes and a fullness to his lips that were not at all alike to the expression he adopted when he was truly displeased. "You do not?" he asked. "Mais, should you not tell me that you like me at all times, and in all things? White lies, they are called, to assure me that I am the loveliest no matter what I wear or do not. Do you fear I am covered in terrible warts, beneath the silk?"
He doubted very much that she would find him less attractive without his clothes, but then, that was not the concern. The true trappings in question were his manner, his way of speaking, the various rules of etiquette that he used as shield against accusations of monstrosity. Some of those trappings were of such a second nature that it was unlikely he would ever be truly rid of them, not without a few centuries of deliberate removal. And yet others… better that he not be seen without them. Uncouth, at best, and dangerous at worst.
Lashes fluttered shut as nails raked over his scalp, taking a moment to delight in the sensation. "Your floors are very nice," he murmured, "but I should hope they look better on me. I do not think that I would like to lose to hardwood, whatever we may have in common." He sighed as he opened his eyes again, a sound of contentment rather than exasperation. "But if you wish to have me bare, then who am I to object to such a thing? You shall have me as bare as I am able to be, though I cannot promise that you can strip me to the bone. Not all of my bones, anyway."
The corner of his mouth curled with her kiss, if only faintly. He tilted his head, his hair falling along his shoulders, to allow her better access to the buttons she wanted undone. "I do recall this having been our agreement," he conceded. "I fear, however, that the story in question is not one which suits the current mood of the conversation." Certainly it did not suit nimble fingers along fine buttons, and suited less any desire to be undone on either of their parts. "I think that we may be better served finding a story that is, ah. Of the moment? A tune which better sings to us. Hm. No, that is not right, either. You see what you do to me? Words fail me."
He leaned into her touch, still touching her as he pleased. Petting her like a cat, aimless and idle and with no real goal in mind. "Am I not pretty?" he asked as an answer. "Am I not clever, and charming as well? I find these virtues enough to suit me, though this is not enough for everyone." He made no claims to kindness or intelligence, moral fortitude or strength of will. Not even to honesty, though he was usually very honest. Though he often told the truth, his truths were rarely honest, and even less often sincere.
His mouth affected something that was almost a pout, a tilt to his eyes and a fullness to his lips that were not at all alike to the expression he adopted when he was truly displeased. "You do not?" he asked. "Mais, should you not tell me that you like me at all times, and in all things? White lies, they are called, to assure me that I am the loveliest no matter what I wear or do not. Do you fear I am covered in terrible warts, beneath the silk?"
He doubted very much that she would find him less attractive without his clothes, but then, that was not the concern. The true trappings in question were his manner, his way of speaking, the various rules of etiquette that he used as shield against accusations of monstrosity. Some of those trappings were of such a second nature that it was unlikely he would ever be truly rid of them, not without a few centuries of deliberate removal. And yet others… better that he not be seen without them. Uncouth, at best, and dangerous at worst.
Lashes fluttered shut as nails raked over his scalp, taking a moment to delight in the sensation. "Your floors are very nice," he murmured, "but I should hope they look better on me. I do not think that I would like to lose to hardwood, whatever we may have in common." He sighed as he opened his eyes again, a sound of contentment rather than exasperation. "But if you wish to have me bare, then who am I to object to such a thing? You shall have me as bare as I am able to be, though I cannot promise that you can strip me to the bone. Not all of my bones, anyway."
The corner of his mouth curled with her kiss, if only faintly. He tilted his head, his hair falling along his shoulders, to allow her better access to the buttons she wanted undone. "I do recall this having been our agreement," he conceded. "I fear, however, that the story in question is not one which suits the current mood of the conversation." Certainly it did not suit nimble fingers along fine buttons, and suited less any desire to be undone on either of their parts. "I think that we may be better served finding a story that is, ah. Of the moment? A tune which better sings to us. Hm. No, that is not right, either. You see what you do to me? Words fail me."
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