[Aether is no stranger to seduction — either seducing or being seduced — and if he didn't know any better, he'd wonder whether or not Alhaitham is trying to seduce him right now. There's no shame in how blatantly he allows his hand to caress every rise and fall in Alhaitham's skintight shirt: after all, he's been invited, and he should take the opportunity to give every single chiseled muscle a thorough investigation.
Finally they come to Alhaitham's pants pocket. Aether can tell it's a switchblade, but he slides the long object out of the agent's pocket anyway. He doesn't have an interest in taking the blade out of its handle, or threatening Alhaitham with his own weapon, or anything of that sort — but what he can see of the weapon without unsheathing it is thick, surprisingly ornate, and beautiful. This is certainly no common box-cutter; this is the kind of thing that can easily take a life.
Aether smiles.]
I didn't take you for the type to bring a knife to a gun fight.
[Mischievously, the mighty Viator plants the sheathed switchblade in the dip of Alhaitham's sternum, letting his beautiful body cradle the weapon. Aether's eyes are openly admiring and analyzing the lines of Alhaitham's chest and waist, his uncommonly handsome face. Hmm, by the smirk on the traveler's lips, he's almost certainly thinking of size and power...]
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Finally they come to Alhaitham's pants pocket. Aether can tell it's a switchblade, but he slides the long object out of the agent's pocket anyway. He doesn't have an interest in taking the blade out of its handle, or threatening Alhaitham with his own weapon, or anything of that sort — but what he can see of the weapon without unsheathing it is thick, surprisingly ornate, and beautiful. This is certainly no common box-cutter; this is the kind of thing that can easily take a life.
Aether smiles.]
I didn't take you for the type to bring a knife to a gun fight.
[Mischievously, the mighty Viator plants the sheathed switchblade in the dip of Alhaitham's sternum, letting his beautiful body cradle the weapon. Aether's eyes are openly admiring and analyzing the lines of Alhaitham's chest and waist, his uncommonly handsome face. Hmm, by the smirk on the traveler's lips, he's almost certainly thinking of size and power...]
I think I'm going to like you a lot, Haitham.