( a breath of amusement escapes, a little smirk of it, pushed through his nose--relatively soundless, the curl of his lips has to tell the story, a smile of satisfaction as his brow lifts: )
Of course you will.
( and it's not as though he would have forced tseng into it--maybe years ago, maybe as a petulant child, he would have made demands like that, would have dragged tseng into the bath fully clothed if he'd had to, just to get what he wanted; there are still things that he claims with a strong hand, whether they want to be there or not, but he's learned that there's something to be said about the enjoyment of slowly allowing something to crawl right into the palm of his hand, instead. he's not quite sure when they made that change: he can't exactly pinpoint where it was, when tseng stopped resenting the hold that he has over him, over the turks themselves. maybe he never did, and it's all a ruse. he wouldn't fault him for that either.
one of his hands lowers, but it's only so that he can snap dark nation back into attention; with a low little whine, she lumbers back onto her feet, pressing herself in between the two of them for a moment like a cat hoping to mark its owners with its scent. with one bloodied hand lifted back up again, in gesture: )
Are you going to take us to the elevator, Tseng? Don't just stand there all starry-eyed.
( it's a somewhat gentle tease, and despite his words, it's him and dark nation that lead the way past the door to his office, certain that tseng will at least kill the lights and lock the door in their wake. at this time of night, he doubts that anyone will be wandering around hoping to take something from the president's desk, but with people like avalanche still out there, it's hard to say, despite his generous backing; once they're at the elevator, he steps in past the open doors, keying in the code that will take them to his suite--and graciously, he keeps one hand against the elevator doors to keep them from closing, so that tseng can catch up.
dark nation waits just next to his legs, eager, her tentacle wagging only once she's got tseng in her sights again, and even rufus seems pleased, lips curled again as he lets the door shut once tseng joins them. )
...I'm afraid it will be an early morning, tomorrow. That doesn't bother you either, does it?
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Of course you will.
( and it's not as though he would have forced tseng into it--maybe years ago, maybe as a petulant child, he would have made demands like that, would have dragged tseng into the bath fully clothed if he'd had to, just to get what he wanted; there are still things that he claims with a strong hand, whether they want to be there or not, but he's learned that there's something to be said about the enjoyment of slowly allowing something to crawl right into the palm of his hand, instead. he's not quite sure when they made that change: he can't exactly pinpoint where it was, when tseng stopped resenting the hold that he has over him, over the turks themselves. maybe he never did, and it's all a ruse. he wouldn't fault him for that either.
one of his hands lowers, but it's only so that he can snap dark nation back into attention; with a low little whine, she lumbers back onto her feet, pressing herself in between the two of them for a moment like a cat hoping to mark its owners with its scent. with one bloodied hand lifted back up again, in gesture: )
Are you going to take us to the elevator, Tseng? Don't just stand there all starry-eyed.
( it's a somewhat gentle tease, and despite his words, it's him and dark nation that lead the way past the door to his office, certain that tseng will at least kill the lights and lock the door in their wake. at this time of night, he doubts that anyone will be wandering around hoping to take something from the president's desk, but with people like avalanche still out there, it's hard to say, despite his generous backing; once they're at the elevator, he steps in past the open doors, keying in the code that will take them to his suite--and graciously, he keeps one hand against the elevator doors to keep them from closing, so that tseng can catch up.
dark nation waits just next to his legs, eager, her tentacle wagging only once she's got tseng in her sights again, and even rufus seems pleased, lips curled again as he lets the door shut once tseng joins them. )
...I'm afraid it will be an early morning, tomorrow. That doesn't bother you either, does it?