[There is always something distinctly satisfying, about being able to guess at reactions and find them validated--to string along a little tension just so, and then graciously allow it to alleviate, observing the expressions that result as anticipated. Caelus is a refreshingly open book, in that sense, so plainly and earnestly as he wears his emotions upon his sleeve. He might be possessed of surprisingly decent perception, yes, but it seems that in the end...
Still quite easy to sideline and assure. Very pliant to work with, isn't he?]
--Hmm. Yes, I suppose that's the simpler phrase. I do like snacks. [Quite wryly aware of how his wandering phrasing has just been unceremoniously boiled down in this way, yes. But no offense still, no, in the face of that relief and that smile. Boyish indeed, to be so relieved as to laugh about it. Caelus continues to invoke the term 'endearing', and it's really almost impressive in how it's likely not deliberate. ...Really, he could do with being more careful. This is a sort of trait people will be tempted to either relentlessly indulge or relentlessly bully...] No need to overdo it, rest assured, one or two items of interest would be more than enough. ...Does it really strike you so, as such a "cute" sort of thing?
[That's a word he doesn't receive too often. It's not that Luocha's particularly put out by it, exactly, but there's something distinctly amusing about how it's so freely given. Will he still be thought of as "cute", Luocha wonders, if he--?
Draws closer once more, now that the terms of the contract have been more or less set. Leaning down, over Caelus where he's seated, the drape of his long flaxen hair spilling artfully over one shoulder to brush at his torso, as Luocha reaches to place his left hand on his thigh.
...The thigh on the injured leg. Of course. That injury they were going to work on from the start, you know.]
What sorts of very different things are you usually asked for? [The question is asked close beside Caelus's head, words casually murmured over the side of his neck. A distinct not-hot-not-cold sort of sensation is likely spreading over his leg, about now, as the cross at Luocha's wrist flickers once more, trailed along the path of his hand as it moves slowly.] Missions of a more challenging sort, I assume?
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Still quite easy to sideline and assure. Very pliant to work with, isn't he?]
--Hmm. Yes, I suppose that's the simpler phrase. I do like snacks. [Quite wryly aware of how his wandering phrasing has just been unceremoniously boiled down in this way, yes. But no offense still, no, in the face of that relief and that smile. Boyish indeed, to be so relieved as to laugh about it. Caelus continues to invoke the term 'endearing', and it's really almost impressive in how it's likely not deliberate. ...Really, he could do with being more careful. This is a sort of trait people will be tempted to either relentlessly indulge or relentlessly bully...] No need to overdo it, rest assured, one or two items of interest would be more than enough. ...Does it really strike you so, as such a "cute" sort of thing?
[That's a word he doesn't receive too often. It's not that Luocha's particularly put out by it, exactly, but there's something distinctly amusing about how it's so freely given. Will he still be thought of as "cute", Luocha wonders, if he--?
Draws closer once more, now that the terms of the contract have been more or less set. Leaning down, over Caelus where he's seated, the drape of his long flaxen hair spilling artfully over one shoulder to brush at his torso, as Luocha reaches to place his left hand on his thigh.
...The thigh on the injured leg. Of course. That injury they were going to work on from the start, you know.]
What sorts of very different things are you usually asked for? [The question is asked close beside Caelus's head, words casually murmured over the side of his neck. A distinct not-hot-not-cold sort of sensation is likely spreading over his leg, about now, as the cross at Luocha's wrist flickers once more, trailed along the path of his hand as it moves slowly.] Missions of a more challenging sort, I assume?