[ The air is thick. Different from the tension of endless negotiations with the Chem-Barons for the fact that he hasn't thought about intimacy β about sex and attraction β or made any room for it in his immediate orbit until arriving here. It hadn't been necessary, but hereβ it's all there is. He resists swallowing as her hand finds his tie, keeping himself still until they're both back on their feet.
Once again, his reflection flickers like a shadow in the mirror, his eye almost seeming to glow as he finds her gaze again. ]
It'd be my pleasure.
[ And then, as if they haven't been stepping oh-so-carefully around flirtation since the first moment they ran into each other (as if this isn't the date in question): ]
no subject
Once again, his reflection flickers like a shadow in the mirror, his eye almost seeming to glow as he finds her gaze again. ]
It'd be my pleasure.
[ And then, as if they haven't been stepping oh-so-carefully around flirtation since the first moment they ran into each other (as if this isn't the date in question): ]
Don't let me keep you. Your date will be waiting.