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?"
It's very smart not to voice that, because Eames would probably just leave. At least this way he sticks around, angry as he is. He's not mollified by any of this though, especially not since he can see what this is doing for the other man, that he clearly finds this attractive. Not that it's a surprise.
"An impulse, is it?" He's not buying it, "an impulse makes you think you can possess me? Keep me all to yourself?"
Instantly, Reynard clicked his tongue and shook his head in disagreement. "Of course not. Why would I think that? I'm not so delusional, am I?" He looked at Eames, the very face of sincerity, going with what he felt was true, so that he'd be more believable. he was a good enough liar to appreciate the power truth could hold. "An impulse is making me want to act as if I possess you. It's a play at something, as simple as that. I like to play at a lot of things. Why, the other day, I played at being injured, in order to avoid being injured far worse. I almost got away with it entirely unscathed too."
He shrugged, an almost bashful smile on his face. "Sometimes I pretend to be weaker than I am. Sometimes stronger. Often I pretend to be more innocent... And so, sometimes, an impulse might lead me to pretend to have you. Don't you know what it does to me, your scent mixed with mine? I wish you'd let me show you, it might get to your head to."
"Pretending isn't trying to mark me because you saw me speak to somebody else." Eames isn't one to raise his voice when he's angry, if anything his voice is quieter, pointed and sharp. That doesn't stop people taking notice, but he's decided he doesn't care, shoulders square and focus entirely on Reynard.
It's not that he doesn't get it-- he's a fox, he's a predator, blah blah blah. But he's also a person, and being a person means sometimes you have to curb your instincts, control yourself once in a while. Maybe don't be an obnoxious hypocrite to someone who adores you.
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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?"
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"An impulse, is it?" He's not buying it, "an impulse makes you think you can possess me? Keep me all to yourself?"
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He shrugged, an almost bashful smile on his face. "Sometimes I pretend to be weaker than I am. Sometimes stronger. Often I pretend to be more innocent... And so, sometimes, an impulse might lead me to pretend to have you. Don't you know what it does to me, your scent mixed with mine? I wish you'd let me show you, it might get to your head to."
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It's not that he doesn't get it-- he's a fox, he's a predator, blah blah blah. But he's also a person, and being a person means sometimes you have to curb your instincts, control yourself once in a while. Maybe don't be an obnoxious hypocrite to someone who adores you.