[He trusts the coffee table far less than he trusts Moran, but the man beneath him is solid and might be fine to land on should the worst happen. He'll just bill him in synchrony, of course.
And Moran is right. It's easy. Even as Albert's fingertips come to rest on that broad expanse of chest, he feels a warmth, a security coursing through him.]
I feel a touch overdressed. Should I make things even?
[Flirting? Teasing? Does it even work on Moran? Albert doesn't actually care, since he's simply being delicately antagonistic. If nothing else, he's enjoying this moment of unguarded ridiculousness, looking down at Moran with equal parts defiance and mirth while he flattens his palms against Moran's skin.]
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[He trusts the coffee table far less than he trusts Moran, but the man beneath him is solid and might be fine to land on should the worst happen. He'll just bill him in synchrony, of course.
And Moran is right. It's easy. Even as Albert's fingertips come to rest on that broad expanse of chest, he feels a warmth, a security coursing through him.]
I feel a touch overdressed. Should I make things even?
[Flirting? Teasing? Does it even work on Moran? Albert doesn't actually care, since he's simply being delicately antagonistic. If nothing else, he's enjoying this moment of unguarded ridiculousness, looking down at Moran with equal parts defiance and mirth while he flattens his palms against Moran's skin.]
Your head is feeling better, I take it.