[Aether might be a war machine, but Alhaitham is a monster in his own right, too; the traveler doesn't fight the abrupt jerk to his wrist that sends him toppling into his new "partner's" lap, though he spreads his legs and knees quickly enough to land neatly straddling the man, glaring down at him for the sudden, unwanted touch.
There's a frown touching his small, delicate lips. Alhaitham is surely testing him with this, but he doesn't like the calm, neutral expression that's practically frozen on the man's face, even as his hands slide up and down Aether's thighs and waist — seeking a hip holster, most likely?
Aether can help him with that.]
Not there. What you want is right...
[He takes hold of Alhaitham's wrist, sliding his palm slowly, slowly up his belly and his chest, all the way to — his underarm, where he's wearing a shoulder harness beneath his suit jacket. There it is, there's his pistol. Loaded, safety on. A sensible type of weapon, maybe a bit smaller than what Alhaitham himself would use, but no less lethal.]
...here.
[Quite an unconventional way for Alhaitham to ask to see his new partner's choice of weapon, but Aether doesn't mind. He's more concerned about this man's tendency to test his boundaries, and getting that tendency under control.
There are certain ways of getting monsters to become more tame. Aether thinks about them as he settles more firmly into Alhaitham's lap, staring him down, his own expression just as unreadable, but perhaps — perhaps just a tiny bit more heated.]
You can play with it, if you'd like. But be gentle.
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There's a frown touching his small, delicate lips. Alhaitham is surely testing him with this, but he doesn't like the calm, neutral expression that's practically frozen on the man's face, even as his hands slide up and down Aether's thighs and waist — seeking a hip holster, most likely?
Aether can help him with that.]
Not there. What you want is right...
[He takes hold of Alhaitham's wrist, sliding his palm slowly, slowly up his belly and his chest, all the way to — his underarm, where he's wearing a shoulder harness beneath his suit jacket. There it is, there's his pistol. Loaded, safety on. A sensible type of weapon, maybe a bit smaller than what Alhaitham himself would use, but no less lethal.]
...here.
[Quite an unconventional way for Alhaitham to ask to see his new partner's choice of weapon, but Aether doesn't mind. He's more concerned about this man's tendency to test his boundaries, and getting that tendency under control.
There are certain ways of getting monsters to become more tame. Aether thinks about them as he settles more firmly into Alhaitham's lap, staring him down, his own expression just as unreadable, but perhaps — perhaps just a tiny bit more heated.]
You can play with it, if you'd like. But be gentle.