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[sundr]

[Someone is looking better than he has in a few days, as coiffed and polished as one can when they've only been gifted with the bare necessities of self-care. Suspicious as Loki is of accepting any gift he's given in this place, one doesn't look a gift horse too closely in the mouth. Certainly not when it comes bearing shampoo and conditioner, at least, and it's incredibly what feeling clean can do for one's spirits.

And what better time to reach out to someone than when Loki is well aware of how attractively the steam of his bath has left his skin just barely kissed with a warm flush and how noticeably damp, glossy curls can let an already audacious mind wander.

He doesn't apologize for anything his call may be interrupting. Instead:]

I'd nearly begun to wonder if you'd disappeared along with the rest of that night's festivities.

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[ombranera]

[ Now this IS a surprise. Zevran isn't often one to forget a thoughtful and lovely partner, but he is not often one to reach out a single night's tumble. Perhaps he should feel some manner of smug that he's prompted someone so proud into reaching out to him first but- truly?

He'd been terribly busy refitting the bottom two bedrooms of the house for his businesses, such as they were, and reaching out slipped his mind. Now, shirtless and combing out his hair, it seems as good a time as any to respond. ]

Nothing more than a truly pleasing fantasy? Fortunately not, Gattino.

[sundr]

[He is terribly attractive, this man. And he knows it, which is equal parts irritating as it is delightful. Confidence can be remarkably engaging, and Loki is proud, terribly so, but as much as he enjoys being chased he's not blind to the benefits of reaching out for what he wants when he wants it.]

And others speak of this place as if it has nothing gracious to offer.

[The corners of his lips twitch, clearly amused, and Loki makes no attempt to hide that he's enjoying the picture Zev makes.]

Terribly busy?

[ombranera]

Terribly bored, more like.

[ He huffs a low, rolling laugh, slipping into the appropriate part and posture for a mutually beneficial seduction- for whatever else could this charming man possibly desire? ]

I imagine you are feeling much the same, yes?

[sundr]

[Loki doesn't miss the subtle shift in demeanor, nor does he particularly mind it. In truth, it only makes things so much easier that they seem to be on the same page without wasted effort.]

Am I truly so transparent?

[As if there's an infinite list of reasons why Loki could be reaching out after only one eventful night between them.]

One can't be blamed, surely, if they happen to wish for company that suits their...occasionally particular tastes.

[ombranera]

As the finest crystal. [ He props his cheek on his free hand, hair spilling over one shoulder in a golden fall, eyes bright with mischief. Company would not be so terrible a thing to have. ] I will beg your forgiveness and perhaps your indulgence on not reaching out sooner- much as you assumed I was naught but a delightful dream-

Someone so fair, so fine so skilled? Could not possibly be real.

[sundr]

[He laughs because it's impossible not to, bright and genuine and more honest than he would prefer as it rolls out of his throat. The teasing backhanded compliment, the sweet-tongued praise heavily applied, delivered alongside the almost-suggestion that this man ever intended to chase eagerly after another night of pleasure from Loki-- he imagines plenty might even take the flattery as purely sincere.]

Are you always so generous with your compliments? Were I the mistrustful kind, I might almost think you were mocking me.

[ombranera]

Only to those I find worth my time, and you? Are well worth my time.

[ All wicked eyes and worse promise, marble, obsidian, and emerald? How could he possibly resist in the face of a vicious puzzle, a noble with nothing, a prince that pants so sweetly, that teases so sharply.

Like a well honed dagger, glittering with intent. He cannot help but admire and covet just a touch. ]

Me, Ser? I would never. Is this the face of an elf that would dare mock you?

[sundr]

[He is good at this. Too good, truthfully. Too clever, too charming, too quick with the right thing to say that speaks of a well-honed skill in watching others, and Loki knows he should stay away.

He should stay away, but Loki has never been very good at taking what appears to be the sensible choice.]

Oh, without question. Or hesitation, I imagine.

[His tone is the furthest thing from rankled at the idea, however, and the smirk curving on his mouth is as wicked as the look in his eyes]

But I'm almost certain I can find better ways to keep your mouth occupied. I believe I heard something about begging?

[ombranera]

For your patience, for your indulgence, your wit, your company...

[ Easy as breathing, as lying- even if he is being entirely honest in the moment. He cants his head, eyes going half lidded, smile going sultry. ]

Where might I meet you?

[sundr]

[So alluring, this one, and Loki isn't sorry in the slightest that he'd given into the decision to reach out.]

House 49, near the mill. [Eyes lingering on that mouth, that smile, his own only growing just that much more sharp for it.]

Although if you care not for the walk it may take you to reach me, I suppose I could be open to entertaining other suggestions.

[ombranera]

For you, Gattino? I'll brave the elements. So long as you promise I'll receive a warm welcome.

[ Otherwise, well, why bother hiking through the snow? ]

[sundr]

Surely you don't think me so ungrateful or so cruel as to take your generosity for granted.

And as luck would have it, I have a fire waiting in the hearth that I would take great pleasure warming you in front of.

[ombranera]

All we need now is wine, or perhaps- ah. I've a treat to share with you when I arrive.

[ Guess who's packing their massage oils? This elf. ]