[There's more encouraging chanting from outside the closet, but somehow, the soft sounds Kaworu makes drown them out. His smile is hidden in the shadowed crook of Kaworu's neck, but he makes his voice smooth and cool, like polished river stones.]
While all that's going on? [He bumps the bridge of his nose against Kaworu's jawline.] Do you want me to go out there and fight them?
[As they discussed earlier, for the sake of Kaworu's honor. (Paul's, as Kaworu noted, is long in tatters.) Then his veneer of sophistication lapses back into shyness, the prospect of spontaneous dueling less intimidating than the question he asks as his fingers tangle in the hem of Kaworu's shirt.]
Or we could do that again, so I can think about it?
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While all that's going on? [He bumps the bridge of his nose against Kaworu's jawline.] Do you want me to go out there and fight them?
[As they discussed earlier, for the sake of Kaworu's honor. (Paul's, as Kaworu noted, is long in tatters.) Then his veneer of sophistication lapses back into shyness, the prospect of spontaneous dueling less intimidating than the question he asks as his fingers tangle in the hem of Kaworu's shirt.]
Or we could do that again, so I can think about it?