[Hubert smiles, and it's genuine and warm, not sinister. He's relieved that Ferdinand actually wants to stay. He visibly relaxes.
He briefly thinks of asking Ferdinand to share his bed. No, that wouldn't be appropriate. And even if it were, it feels impossible to ask for. He's shown far too much of himself already. He must shake this strange, desperate feeling. It's ridiculous.]
Good. Let me know how I can make you more comfortable. You still have some clothing here. If you're hungry, I'm sure I can find something for you.
You really do know how to court a submissive. [he retorts with playful humor decorating his tone. Mocking this society's major emphasis on these roles may never get old. Besides, they aren't really courting...!
Or... are they? Memories of their proximity, the intensity of intimacy that passed between them that they have all but buried by not bringing up, flash-flood his mind because of that remark. A strange, floaty warmth thrums in his chest with that combined with how he gets to stay the night and have his needs met by him now, and he tries very hard to abandon the thought of their LIEs-mandated rendezvous meaning anything for how they feel about each other now. At any rate, he can't look at Hubert for a moment, so he takes the excuse of wanting another long drink of tea to hide his face and let it cool over.]
[They both acknowledge this as a joke, but then there's an awkward silence that suggests they're both thinking about what it might be like if that weren't a joke. Or, Hubert is, anyway. He realizes there's now a certain tension between them, probably because of what happened when Hubert tied him up. It was... Intense, for both of them, and Hubert would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it many times, even dreamed about it, since.
But Ferdinand confirms that what he said is, in fact, a joke, and Hubert mentally takes his offer to share a bed completely off the table.
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He briefly thinks of asking Ferdinand to share his bed. No, that wouldn't be appropriate. And even if it were, it feels impossible to ask for. He's shown far too much of himself already. He must shake this strange, desperate feeling. It's ridiculous.]
Good. Let me know how I can make you more comfortable. You still have some clothing here. If you're hungry, I'm sure I can find something for you.
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Or... are they? Memories of their proximity, the intensity of intimacy that passed between them that they have all but buried by not bringing up, flash-flood his mind because of that remark. A strange, floaty warmth thrums in his chest with that combined with how he gets to stay the night and have his needs met by him now, and he tries very hard to abandon the thought of their LIEs-mandated rendezvous meaning anything for how they feel about each other now. At any rate, he can't look at Hubert for a moment, so he takes the excuse of wanting another long drink of tea to hide his face and let it cool over.]
Jests aside, I appreciate you accommodating me.
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But Ferdinand confirms that what he said is, in fact, a joke, and Hubert mentally takes his offer to share a bed completely off the table.
He nods.]
Of course.
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