Alexander
Sweeping into an exaggerated bow, Alexander didn't hesitate to throw him a wink as he met his gaze from beneath his lashes, "I do try." And he did. Alexander, while a bit of a cad and a rake and many other names that followed the same line of thought, wasn't so rude as to not be considerate of something as important as consent. A deep chuckle reverberated through his chest as he straightened once more. "Not in the traditional sense, at least." He drawled smoothly.
If it wouldn't have been such a cheesy response, the ascended would have easily shot back with a 'I bet I could make you quiver', but Alexander was much smoother than that. Feigning a wounded expression, he lifted a hand to his heart, dramatically clutching the loose fabric that covered his chest. "You wound me so. Haven't even given me a proper chance." Because while he might have been flirting, he wasn't trying too hard. At least not yet.
Except Amun gave him a perfect opening, allowing him to slink closer to him, fingers reaching up to brush along his arm as his head cocked to the side. Uncaring of the ink on his nose, the Ascended smirked, eyes darkening considerably, "I could think of better things to do with my mouth that involved you." He purred, voice dropping between them.
He's tempted to reach out and stop him from pulling away, but Alexander let him go, straightening himself up. "I'm a smith by trade. Weaponry is my forte. Particularly blades, but I can also craft more delicate things." Jewelry, armor, and pretty much anything one could think up.
If it wouldn't have been such a cheesy response, the ascended would have easily shot back with a 'I bet I could make you quiver', but Alexander was much smoother than that. Feigning a wounded expression, he lifted a hand to his heart, dramatically clutching the loose fabric that covered his chest. "You wound me so. Haven't even given me a proper chance." Because while he might have been flirting, he wasn't trying too hard. At least not yet.
Except Amun gave him a perfect opening, allowing him to slink closer to him, fingers reaching up to brush along his arm as his head cocked to the side. Uncaring of the ink on his nose, the Ascended smirked, eyes darkening considerably, "I could think of better things to do with my mouth that involved you." He purred, voice dropping between them.
He's tempted to reach out and stop him from pulling away, but Alexander let him go, straightening himself up. "I'm a smith by trade. Weaponry is my forte. Particularly blades, but I can also craft more delicate things." Jewelry, armor, and pretty much anything one could think up.
Mount Everest ain't got shit on me
'cause I'm on top of the world, on top of the world
'cause I'm on top of the world, on top of the world
