"You don't look half as bored as the man I thought you to be ought to be at this moment, so either I'm insulting my insight or complimenting your acting skills, either way it should give you reason to smile." A statement with enough turns to get lost a couple of times is not an unusual one for Reynard in the least and that he made it without preamble just as he came up behind Eames shouldn't be surprising either.
Yes, he might not have been seen around here for a while - he honestly didn't tend to keep track of time - but he recognised Eames and as such saw no issue in coming up behind the man and immediately pressing up against him.
"Beautiful. Not that a frown or glare wouldn't suit you just as well."
Eames is an outstanding actor, it's likely his greatest skill — and he does have a great many of them — so in that way it doesn't feel like much of a compliment at all. Merely a fact stated by the unfortunately attractive man pressed against his back.
It's true that Eames is bored beyond belief though, but he's already found out some fascinating things that'll surely be either profitable or just fun later and the night's only just started. He'll suffer a little boredom to further his own interests.
"Of course. Most things suit me." Not all, he's not delusional, though with his magic he probably could stretch the category to everything. Either way, he simply tilts his head just slightly as he lifts his glass to his lips, "you know that as well as I do."
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"Certainly, I know all too well. But then, that's me and it's definitely you and when it comes to you, I'd be a fool to trust myself, given I so foolishly see beauty in all you ever choose to be." Reynard's interest in general tends toward chaos and usually betrayal in some form or other, the real trick he's been pulling off again and again is gaining trust from those same people over and over and somehow generally emerging on top. It's a very different game from the one Eames plays and, well, more archetypical as well as nonsensical, but that doesn't keep him from appreciating the show Eames puts on. "I'm afraid I'm very biased, where you're concerned."
He turns his head to press his face against his neck at least briefly, though he resists the urge to lick. Still, scent taken in and just a bit of his own lingering on him. Much improved. "What's interesting enough to you tonight to bear the boredom? Because I'd have ideas more suited toward fun."
There's a quiet, amused noise from Eames, one huffed into his glass with a murmur of "flatterer" that comes out less like admonishment and more like a pet name. With the familiar weight of someone who's said it to him a thousand times and knows he'll probably say it a thousand more. He doesn't respond to Reynard, not physically, but the fox has his attention for now.
"Never were one for delayed gratification, were you?" It's a tease, but it's true too. He's never known Reynard to be one for waiting if it could be avoided. Truth be told it's a quality they share, but Eames has an endless reservoir of patience if he lets himself tap into it, hates waiting but not enough to outweigh the thrill of playing the long game.
"I have lived and died for aeons, Eames, and I can tell you that I always lived in the moment and never have I had regrets." That said he's already kissing him, because his mouth is good for more than just talk and he purposefully keeps his hands to himself, his eyes closed, because there is nothing but the kiss, nothing but Eames, nothing but the moment.
Sure, he's renowned and infamous for his plots and schemes and the seeds of them are always in the works, many roots and surprising branches, but that doesn't change the core philosophy. A moment not worth living is a moment wasted and he hasn't had a single one of them. The way to be a constant. "You're it, don't you know? All I want and need." For now, but what else matters? In Reynard's eyes and at the moment, nothing else and he holds Eames' gaze from the moment he withdraws from the kiss. It needs more than flattery to be who he is.
Well he is an exceptional kisser, so it would be remiss of Eames not to take advantage of it. He leans into the kiss with a soft noise, something pleased, enjoying the moment. And when it's passed, when Reynard pulls back, Eames lifts his free hand to Reynard's jaw. Uses his thumb to tilt Reynard's head as if he doesn't already have his gaze.
"Pretty words from a pretty mouth," Eames' voice is low, amused. He brushes his thumb back and forth in a way that might be affection, maybe, and the smile on his face is genuine. "Tell me, how many of your lovers has that worked on?"
"I haven't the faintest clue. You think I'd bother with counting while you're right here?" Reynard shrugs his shoulders, his smile no less genuine and as sincere as he can be. It's quite sincere, not so surprisingly, he wouldn't be who he is if he couldn't look the part. "You don't doubt that I live in the moment, do you? Then you also mustn't doubt that there is no one for me but you."
The smile sharpens just a smidgen, showing too sharp teeth and that wicked edge. "In this moment."
Eames huffs a small laugh, charmed despite himself, and steps closer to Reynard. Easily throwing back the last of his drink and discarding the glass to rest that hand on Reynard's hip.
"I never said I doubted you," he says, bowing his head just a little toward the other man with a light hum that sits in the back of his throat, a noise that's as amused as it is happy. "I was just curious how many throw themselves at you after just a few words."
He mirrors the sharpness of Reynard's smile, not as sharp but still dangerous and cunning in his own fashion. "I hope I'll have taught you to make a little effort for whoever your attention flits to next."
"Oh, that? It happens. But unless I at least have to break out a good dramatic monologue, I doubt they turn out to be all that memorable." As opposed to Eames right here, who's always proven to be just that. Very, very worth memorising.
"You want to teach me?" There's more than just an edge of amusement there, the unteachable fox from the stories with the loose morals, but he somehow still manages to look and sound sincere as he catches Eames' eyes with his own, looking ever so trusting and eager. "Please do. I so love to learn."
Eames tilts his head in thought, thumb gliding over Reynard's lower lip as if in consideration of what a good mouth it is to kiss. Of other, more useful things those lips could be doing than talking circles as if to chase away the silence.
"First lesson, then," Eames licks his lips and bows his head, leaning close enough to kiss but he doesn't dare let it happen, his fingers curl in toward his palm and he traces his knuckle in a caress over Reynard's cheek. Gaze and touch so affectionate, it'd be easy to see it as genuine.
But then he withdraws, stepping back to rejoin the party with a grin.
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Yes, he might not have been seen around here for a while - he honestly didn't tend to keep track of time - but he recognised Eames and as such saw no issue in coming up behind the man and immediately pressing up against him.
"Beautiful. Not that a frown or glare wouldn't suit you just as well."
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It's true that Eames is bored beyond belief though, but he's already found out some fascinating things that'll surely be either profitable or just fun later and the night's only just started. He'll suffer a little boredom to further his own interests.
"Of course. Most things suit me." Not all, he's not delusional, though with his magic he probably could stretch the category to everything. Either way, he simply tilts his head just slightly as he lifts his glass to his lips, "you know that as well as I do."
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He turns his head to press his face against his neck at least briefly, though he resists the urge to lick. Still, scent taken in and just a bit of his own lingering on him. Much improved. "What's interesting enough to you tonight to bear the boredom? Because I'd have ideas more suited toward fun."
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"Never were one for delayed gratification, were you?" It's a tease, but it's true too. He's never known Reynard to be one for waiting if it could be avoided. Truth be told it's a quality they share, but Eames has an endless reservoir of patience if he lets himself tap into it, hates waiting but not enough to outweigh the thrill of playing the long game.
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Sure, he's renowned and infamous for his plots and schemes and the seeds of them are always in the works, many roots and surprising branches, but that doesn't change the core philosophy. A moment not worth living is a moment wasted and he hasn't had a single one of them. The way to be a constant. "You're it, don't you know? All I want and need." For now, but what else matters? In Reynard's eyes and at the moment, nothing else and he holds Eames' gaze from the moment he withdraws from the kiss. It needs more than flattery to be who he is.
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"Pretty words from a pretty mouth," Eames' voice is low, amused. He brushes his thumb back and forth in a way that might be affection, maybe, and the smile on his face is genuine. "Tell me, how many of your lovers has that worked on?"
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The smile sharpens just a smidgen, showing too sharp teeth and that wicked edge. "In this moment."
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"I never said I doubted you," he says, bowing his head just a little toward the other man with a light hum that sits in the back of his throat, a noise that's as amused as it is happy. "I was just curious how many throw themselves at you after just a few words."
He mirrors the sharpness of Reynard's smile, not as sharp but still dangerous and cunning in his own fashion. "I hope I'll have taught you to make a little effort for whoever your attention flits to next."
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"You want to teach me?" There's more than just an edge of amusement there, the unteachable fox from the stories with the loose morals, but he somehow still manages to look and sound sincere as he catches Eames' eyes with his own, looking ever so trusting and eager. "Please do. I so love to learn."
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"First lesson, then," Eames licks his lips and bows his head, leaning close enough to kiss but he doesn't dare let it happen, his fingers curl in toward his palm and he traces his knuckle in a caress over Reynard's cheek. Gaze and touch so affectionate, it'd be easy to see it as genuine.
But then he withdraws, stepping back to rejoin the party with a grin.
"It takes more than words, kleiner fuchs."