Is that right?” Roy muses quietly, releasing Vrenille’s hand. He wants to know what the word 'Sir' means outside of the context in which Mustang used it -- as a nod to a fellow gentleman. But he’s grateful, his mood buoyed by the lightness the other man exudes.
He does know what the extra few seconds of clasping hands mean. Well, he thinks, smiling at Vrenille, he has a quota to meet. And this fine young man is just the ticket to take his mind off the horrible turn of events in his life.
And, Roy notices, can’t help but notice the other thing Vrenille exudes -- a siren song of seduction. Mustang is helplessly drawn to it, and drawn to him.
Different from the few with which Roy had graced him, a new smile spreads across his face. An invitation can be read there by anyone who looks.
More plainly, Mustang likes the guy. He’s easy on the eyes, not that it’s entirely what sells him. Ultimately, it’s the trust and the rapport they’ve developed to which Roy is attracted, and despite wearing a paper dress, he drops his chin a little and eyes the other man through his lashes. “Tell me what else Sir means.”
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He does know what the extra few seconds of clasping hands mean. Well, he thinks, smiling at Vrenille, he has a quota to meet. And this fine young man is just the ticket to take his mind off the horrible turn of events in his life.
And, Roy notices, can’t help but notice the other thing Vrenille exudes -- a siren song of seduction. Mustang is helplessly drawn to it, and drawn to him.
Different from the few with which Roy had graced him, a new smile spreads across his face. An invitation can be read there by anyone who looks.
More plainly, Mustang likes the guy. He’s easy on the eyes, not that it’s entirely what sells him. Ultimately, it’s the trust and the rapport they’ve developed to which Roy is attracted, and despite wearing a paper dress, he drops his chin a little and eyes the other man through his lashes. “Tell me what else Sir means.”