In all honesty, Reynard believed that he could talk anyone in circles until they believed much anything. Past evidence had led him to that belief. However, he was not stupid enough to voice that belief, especially when Eames was already angry with him.
Not that he didn't find that anger quite appealing, as a slight glint in his eyes and his tongue touching his upper lip might perhaps give away as he watched him. He ducked his head at first, then, in a similar display of submission - something he was much better at than any actual submission - he bared his throat to the man, seeking out his eyes.
Perhaps he was enjoying the situation more than he should, but he wouldn't be himself if he wasn't living life on the edge. "I can answer. I did answer, I rather thought. You needn't be so angry with me."
Not that it was a bad look on him. "You do mean a lot to me, precious one, you know that, why else would I keep drifting back? Don't you think you can forgive me for some bad impulses I can't control, given how enjoyable you find so many of my other impulses?"
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Not that he didn't find that anger quite appealing, as a slight glint in his eyes and his tongue touching his upper lip might perhaps give away as he watched him. He ducked his head at first, then, in a similar display of submission - something he was much better at than any actual submission - he bared his throat to the man, seeking out his eyes.
Perhaps he was enjoying the situation more than he should, but he wouldn't be himself if he wasn't living life on the edge. "I can answer. I did answer, I rather thought. You needn't be so angry with me."
Not that it was a bad look on him. "You do mean a lot to me, precious one, you know that, why else would I keep drifting back? Don't you think you can forgive me for some bad impulses I can't control, given how enjoyable you find so many of my other impulses?"