[ Matt laughs, realizing he did totally forget to take all Sebastian's domestic hobbies into account. But on the other hand, he stands by that. The pleasure one can find in knitting or baking babkas isn't quite the same as the kind one takes in a jaw-dropping celestial event, or really good sex, or eating that babka and finding it tastes wonderful. Maybe not all of Matt's list there is sensual per se, but it's--bigger than a single person. Fulfilling, in a way you can touch. And sensations matter. Kama is, after all, one of the four pillars of human existence.
In the context of their current conversation, the phrase "rare pleasures" catches on his ear. Matt's pretty sure that's just him, rather than anything Sebastian's specifically intending to put across, but he can't help how his smile curls at the words. ]
I appreciate that, [ he says, sincerely. He glances up to meet Sebastian's gaze. His thoughts, from starry to heated, flicker across his face, but as usual, Matt isn't aware of just how transparent he is. ] I know I just said that I think we should have fun, but it's true it's not always easy to get into that mindset.
[ His words find their mark, though perhaps not as fully as Sebastian thinks. He's being purposefully beguiling, though it's not for any reason but his own whimsy, ultimately. It's his own form of fun to tease at flirtation, but it's also neatly tied up in the manners of a gentleman. Or at least partially. This would still be far too bold for the standards of etiquette he had come from, but being completely behold to them certainly felt out of place in Achamoth...
As those thoughts drift openly across Matt's face, there's the slightest of acknowledgements in return. It's no more than his lips pursing just slightly in knowing, a little crinkle at the corners of his eyes as they match the smile, but. He's a tease. It's a thread with a promise of perhaps another time, but still so subtle as to be second-guessed.
His smile brightens easily with warmth, and he nods in agreement. ]
So indeed, and especially in an environment so dour. [ He looks generally up, though there's nothing to see there ] To say nothing of our surroundings now, of course. Achamoth is so full of such a dour luxury is more what I mean than these somewhat pitiful surroundings.
[ ...Truly, why not let your favored pawns at least come back to life in a nicer place? He won't try and understand the Regent's methods at this point, but that is absolutely not a topic that he'll get into here, so he continues without missing a beat as he looks back down. ]
Why, perhaps you would be interested in joining me, now that I think of it. Once matters are settled here in Achamoth, I was thinking of taking a trip outside the city. There is much to see of Horos, and I should like to.
[ Matt likes that expression. He's past second-guessing and onto fourth- or fifth-, so he has no real thought that any of it's meant for him. But he can't help wanting what he wants, and consequently can't help warming to the crinkle at the corners of Sebastian's eyes, the lilt of his smile.
In the meantime, "dour luxury" prompts a sudden grin, distracting him. That's totally it: Achamoth contains within its walls pretty much any vice you could lust for, but a surprising number of its fruits are hidden from public view, leaving one's primary impression of the city one of severity. As for the Citadel itself, like so many of its denizens--like the one who shaped it, who sits in its throne room--it's business, business, business. ]
Oh.
[ Matt's smile shifts from broad and bright to something smaller, more private. A self-contained glow of pleasure. It's not just the invitation that pleases him (though it does, especially with the way his thoughts have been tending), but the prospect of open air, new sights. Getting out of this graveyard. Until Sebastian said it, Matt didn't realize how much he wanted that. ]
Yeah, [ he says slowly, ] that sounds like it could be really fun. Um. Let me know when you're going, and ...
[ There's things Matt could say here about the tactical wisdom of learning more about Horos. That's what you do in conflict, right? Try to get as much terrain advantage as you can? But he doesn't marshal any martial arguments; for now, it feels like enough to want to leave.
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In the context of their current conversation, the phrase "rare pleasures" catches on his ear. Matt's pretty sure that's just him, rather than anything Sebastian's specifically intending to put across, but he can't help how his smile curls at the words. ]
I appreciate that, [ he says, sincerely. He glances up to meet Sebastian's gaze. His thoughts, from starry to heated, flicker across his face, but as usual, Matt isn't aware of just how transparent he is. ] I know I just said that I think we should have fun, but it's true it's not always easy to get into that mindset.
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As those thoughts drift openly across Matt's face, there's the slightest of acknowledgements in return. It's no more than his lips pursing just slightly in knowing, a little crinkle at the corners of his eyes as they match the smile, but. He's a tease. It's a thread with a promise of perhaps another time, but still so subtle as to be second-guessed.
His smile brightens easily with warmth, and he nods in agreement. ]
So indeed, and especially in an environment so dour. [ He looks generally up, though there's nothing to see there ] To say nothing of our surroundings now, of course. Achamoth is so full of such a dour luxury is more what I mean than these somewhat pitiful surroundings.
[ ...Truly, why not let your favored pawns at least come back to life in a nicer place? He won't try and understand the Regent's methods at this point, but that is absolutely not a topic that he'll get into here, so he continues without missing a beat as he looks back down. ]
Why, perhaps you would be interested in joining me, now that I think of it. Once matters are settled here in Achamoth, I was thinking of taking a trip outside the city. There is much to see of Horos, and I should like to.
don't mind me gently puttin a bow on this
In the meantime, "dour luxury" prompts a sudden grin, distracting him. That's totally it: Achamoth contains within its walls pretty much any vice you could lust for, but a surprising number of its fruits are hidden from public view, leaving one's primary impression of the city one of severity. As for the Citadel itself, like so many of its denizens--like the one who shaped it, who sits in its throne room--it's business, business, business. ]
Oh.
[ Matt's smile shifts from broad and bright to something smaller, more private. A self-contained glow of pleasure. It's not just the invitation that pleases him (though it does, especially with the way his thoughts have been tending), but the prospect of open air, new sights. Getting out of this graveyard. Until Sebastian said it, Matt didn't realize how much he wanted that. ]
Yeah, [ he says slowly, ] that sounds like it could be really fun. Um. Let me know when you're going, and ...
[ There's things Matt could say here about the tactical wisdom of learning more about Horos. That's what you do in conflict, right? Try to get as much terrain advantage as you can? But he doesn't marshal any martial arguments; for now, it feels like enough to want to leave.
Feeling oddly lighter, he concludes: ]
And I'll pack my bags.