[He watches him until he speaks those words, and then he seems to settle all at once, wrapping his arms around his stomach and swallowing the bit of cookie in his mouth, thinking that it somehow tastes sweeter.]
[And he really does - no wonder Joseph reacted so badly when Yashiro rejected his attempts at intimacy. Leaning against the arm of the couch, Sycamore smiles and places a hand on Joseph's knee.]
I promise I won't ever mock you, mon ami. My compliments are genuine. Heartfelt! So don't worry.
[He sighs a little, his expression finally softening into a small smile. His hand is warm on his knee, and he feels secure. He reaches up, tugging Sycamore's collar down slightly.]
[Oh...Sycamore can't help smiling when Joseph pulls on his collar. Why is this man so cute?! Perhaps that should count as a weakness...]
Now now, I can't give those up too easily.
[He's grinning while he says it, though, and since Joseph is now a little closer, he reaches out and starts playing with his hair again. That might count as a clue.....]
You are kind, and understanding...sweet and charming...and you clearly take care of yourself. What is it? Have you a tail? Shall I pull down your trousers to see?
[He tugs him down more, needy, clearly enjoying the attention to his hair. He wouldn't mind pulling Augustine's pants down...]
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...I'm glad. I can't stand it, being mocked.
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[And he really does - no wonder Joseph reacted so badly when Yashiro rejected his attempts at intimacy. Leaning against the arm of the couch, Sycamore smiles and places a hand on Joseph's knee.]
I promise I won't ever mock you, mon ami. My compliments are genuine. Heartfelt! So don't worry.
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[He sighs a little, his expression finally softening into a small smile. His hand is warm on his knee, and he feels secure.
He reaches up, tugging Sycamore's collar down slightly.]
What are your weaknesses, mm?
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Now now, I can't give those up too easily.
[He's grinning while he says it, though, and since Joseph is now a little closer, he reaches out and starts playing with his hair again. That might count as a clue.....]
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[He tugs him down more, needy, clearly enjoying the attention to his hair. He wouldn't mind pulling Augustine's pants down...]