[Cardan commands, and Nikolai obliges. That's what he wishes to see — a king who would hand his sovereignty over his body to someone else. So that's what he shall be. He has no objections, it's a fun part to play and a version of the truth besides. There's a sharp appeal to fingers fluttering at his throat, undoing him.
Taking the proffered hand, Nikolai sways his hips to skirt around the table to Cardan's side. There, he slots himself in between the Faerie king and the table, leaning back ever so slightly to curl his free hand over the edge of it. His glance falls over his shoulder, surveying the cups of tea and the pastries he'd set out. Then back to Cardan, playful in the way a flame is.]
Were the refreshments not up to your standards?
[Reversing the roles of suitor and maiden, he brings Cardan's ring-laden hands to his lips for a kiss. Perhaps what he should be asking is How sturdy do you think this table is?]
no subject
Taking the proffered hand, Nikolai sways his hips to skirt around the table to Cardan's side. There, he slots himself in between the Faerie king and the table, leaning back ever so slightly to curl his free hand over the edge of it. His glance falls over his shoulder, surveying the cups of tea and the pastries he'd set out. Then back to Cardan, playful in the way a flame is.]
Were the refreshments not up to your standards?
[Reversing the roles of suitor and maiden, he brings Cardan's ring-laden hands to his lips for a kiss. Perhaps what he should be asking is How sturdy do you think this table is?]