[ Rau continues to be noticeably less restrained with his body than with his face or voice. He arches slightly into that touch, then leans forward and settles the still-gloved hand next to Gil’s shoulder, so that he’s looking directly down at him. The fingers of his other hand brush Gil’s cheek for a moment, then explore lightly, unhurriedly down the jugular. ]
And how’s that?
[ He’s openly teasing, openly challenging again – but mostly, he’s just smug. Completely smug. (Smugger than anyone wearing no shirt and one remaining glove should be; it’s A Look, even for Rau.) He’s going to keep calling out every vague statement until it backfires hilariously. ]
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And how’s that?
[ He’s openly teasing, openly challenging again – but mostly, he’s just smug. Completely smug. (Smugger than anyone wearing no shirt and one remaining glove should be; it’s A Look, even for Rau.) He’s going to keep calling out every vague statement until it backfires hilariously. ]