"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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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."