[ Cardan watches that pink tongue, watches Nikolai's mouth. It may have been some time ago, but he remembers it well: the frantic heat, the desperate fumbling at each other's clothes, how his head had been full of nothing but want. A part of him was happy to give himself over to it; a larger part did not like it, the way he never particularly likes it when someone else takes a choice from his hands.
But the desire had been honest. And in the present-- Hm.
In the present, it seems like he is being flirted with.
The cup makes a tiny clack when he sets it down onto the table. It is a very deliberate motion -- as deliberate as his rising. As deliberate as leaning over the table itself, his hand braced on the surface, to bring his mouth to the human king's rounded ear.
His voice is naught but a quiet rumble and warm brath, meant for the little space between them. ]
Shall I give you more material, then?
For your imagination.
[ He has come here to ask a favour -- an action that sits ill with any Faerie.
It occurs to him that, perhaps, there is a pleasant trade to be made instead. ]
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But the desire had been honest. And in the present-- Hm.
In the present, it seems like he is being flirted with.
The cup makes a tiny clack when he sets it down onto the table. It is a very deliberate motion -- as deliberate as his rising. As deliberate as leaning over the table itself, his hand braced on the surface, to bring his mouth to the human king's rounded ear.
His voice is naught but a quiet rumble and warm brath, meant for the little space between them. ]
Shall I give you more material, then?
For your imagination.
[ He has come here to ask a favour -- an action that sits ill with any Faerie.
It occurs to him that, perhaps, there is a pleasant trade to be made instead. ]