[Palamedes shrugs— never, indeed. It's not bothered him really... ever? Fast tracking himself all the way to Master Warden at thirteen came with its own heap of social weirdness which in time turned into social not-having-any-time and not-really-looking-locally. He still appreciates Viktor's apparent surprise, and his sudden complaint about decorum— truly, nothing is more attractive than a man being sick of following the script.
Like, actually. Palamedes could listen to this for an hour or two, too.]
Hmm— the glorious return of the work-in-progress. [hah,] I like that; you really are something, you know. Number one in your field, not that that comes as a surprise.
[But ah, there it is, and despite having dropped the hint a moment ago the question still makes his heart skip a beat. His prior-to-now lack of kissing has never been for lack of interest, either, and so—hell yes? Hell yes.
He squeezes Viktor's hand again and tilts closer, helpfully remembering to murmur (and with dinner entirely forgotten, at this point, terribly sorry to Viktor's effort, but hey: it worked),] Yes. Of course. I want you to.
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Like, actually. Palamedes could listen to this for an hour or two, too.]
Hmm— the glorious return of the work-in-progress. [hah,] I like that; you really are something, you know. Number one in your field, not that that comes as a surprise.
[But ah, there it is, and despite having dropped the hint a moment ago the question still makes his heart skip a beat. His prior-to-now lack of kissing has never been for lack of interest, either, and so—hell yes? Hell yes.
He squeezes Viktor's hand again and tilts closer, helpfully remembering to murmur (and with dinner entirely forgotten, at this point, terribly sorry to Viktor's effort, but hey: it worked),] Yes. Of course. I want you to.