[Hux steps into the room, letting the door shut behind him, and lets his eyes trail over Ren's private space.]
A drink would be a good start. [He leaves his gloves on and narrows his eyes slightly, trying to sense Ren's mood to anticipate his actions. It's difficult tp ever successfully predict Ren's reactions, but he's still not entirely convinced Ren actually invited him here for what Hux had suggested.
He could still decide to humiliate or murder Hux. Testing, he drops his arms and watches Ren, scrutinizing.]
You don't need to woe me with kind words and alcohol, Ren. I am already here. [He doesn't bother hiding the fact that his words are not serious, said in that same tone he uses when goading Ren to action or reaction before Snoke's death.]
Perhaps not. [ he agrees but goes to pour the drink, regardless; the drink has nothing to do with wooing Hux (he had been the one to initiate it, after all, even if Ren had been quick to take him up on the offer) and everything to do with finding something to do with his hands. ]
I confess, I'm unfamiliar with the proper etiquette. [ this was more of an abrupt, businesslike exchange--an experiment--than a tryst. ]
I'm not going to hurt you, Armitage. [ said as he extends a glass of brandy (Corellian, naturally), the sound of the other man's name turning over on his tongue. ] You want to know how it feels to hold my leash, and I just happen to be in a mood to indulge you.
Frankly, [ he lifts his glass, tipping it back until it clink against his teeth. ] it seems that we both are in need of the distraction.
[Hux takes the drink, and tilts the glass, watching the brandy slide across the surface before taking a sip. Ren might be playing his hand close to his chest, but Hux intends to make full use of the other man's moment of indulgence, not simper or tip toe around it just because Ren could kill him if the mood struck.
Without waiting for an invitation, Hux takes a sprawling seat in the closest chair and takes another drink, watching Ren talk his way through things.]
Direction isn't necessarily a leash, Ren. It can be freeing if you let it.
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A drink would be a good start. [He leaves his gloves on and narrows his eyes slightly, trying to sense Ren's mood to anticipate his actions. It's difficult tp ever successfully predict Ren's reactions, but he's still not entirely convinced Ren actually invited him here for what Hux had suggested.
He could still decide to humiliate or murder Hux. Testing, he drops his arms and watches Ren, scrutinizing.]
You don't need to woe me with kind words and alcohol, Ren. I am already here. [He doesn't bother hiding the fact that his words are not serious, said in that same tone he uses when goading Ren to action or reaction before Snoke's death.]
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I confess, I'm unfamiliar with the proper etiquette. [ this was more of an abrupt, businesslike exchange--an experiment--than a tryst. ]
I'm not going to hurt you, Armitage. [ said as he extends a glass of brandy (Corellian, naturally), the sound of the other man's name turning over on his tongue. ] You want to know how it feels to hold my leash, and I just happen to be in a mood to indulge you.
Frankly, [ he lifts his glass, tipping it back until it clink against his teeth. ] it seems that we both are in need of the distraction.
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Without waiting for an invitation, Hux takes a sprawling seat in the closest chair and takes another drink, watching Ren talk his way through things.]
Direction isn't necessarily a leash, Ren. It can be freeing if you let it.