[ There are nights when Caelus very much appreciates the wall of solid lesbianism that Siobhan puts up between herself and some of her more unruly customers, but tonight, the bartender suspects that he'll be glad that she's out of town for once. It's very obvious, despite Sampo's fervent protestations otherwise, that he's exactly the type of sly scoundrel that Siobhan likes to warn Caelus about; it's just something in his inherent demeanor, in the glint of his green eyes even as he's trying to make them warm and wide and friendly.
But Caelus doesn't hate that. Really. There's something very attractive about it, actually.
He finishes polishing up that glass of his and lovingly puts it to the side with all his other clean glasses. Really, it's almost as if he's trying to show off how gentle those gorgeous, long fingers of his can be. ]
Really? [ He sounds amused, even as he's trying to keep his voice flat and carefully neutral. ] And what else would she tell me about you, sir?
[ Opportunity for an opening, here. The question could also be phrased: What do you want me to know about you? ]
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But Caelus doesn't hate that. Really. There's something very attractive about it, actually.
He finishes polishing up that glass of his and lovingly puts it to the side with all his other clean glasses. Really, it's almost as if he's trying to show off how gentle those gorgeous, long fingers of his can be. ]
Really? [ He sounds amused, even as he's trying to keep his voice flat and carefully neutral. ] And what else would she tell me about you, sir?
[ Opportunity for an opening, here. The question could also be phrased: What do you want me to know about you? ]