[Nyx doesn't give a shit if he pisses off some glorified maid by wrinkling his majesty's royal short cape. Fuck that shit. Especially when doing so gets another spark of that exhilarating humor shining in his gaze.
It fades far too quickly though, so much so that Nyx finds himself stepping even closer, pressing himself against the other man. He frowns, an argument in his expression, hovering on his lips as he insists that he's anything like just any old man. But his smile?
That makes him frown harder, worried. One hand lifts to stroke tentative fingers over the sweep of silver hair, the neat cut of his beard, letting his hand rest against his cheek. It's intimate, too much so, forward and demanding in a way he told himself not to be but he doesn't know how to restrain himself that much.]
None so deserving as you... sir.
[The first time he's tacked on the honorific and not meant it to be teasing in some way. He might be forward, but he respects Regis so much, he's not trying to be defiant, not now at least.]
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It fades far too quickly though, so much so that Nyx finds himself stepping even closer, pressing himself against the other man. He frowns, an argument in his expression, hovering on his lips as he insists that he's anything like just any old man. But his smile?
That makes him frown harder, worried. One hand lifts to stroke tentative fingers over the sweep of silver hair, the neat cut of his beard, letting his hand rest against his cheek. It's intimate, too much so, forward and demanding in a way he told himself not to be but he doesn't know how to restrain himself that much.]
None so deserving as you... sir.
[The first time he's tacked on the honorific and not meant it to be teasing in some way. He might be forward, but he respects Regis so much, he's not trying to be defiant, not now at least.]