Chuckling, Syx withdrew his hand and picked up the spoon again, “I’m fairly certain that you can and are both sex in a suit and adorable. It would be a travesty on the world if those were mutually exclusive.”
Taking a sip of soup, he rolled the odd pea concoction in his mouth before swallowing, “Okay, it’s not horrible,” he admitted grudgingly, “Don’t you dare tell Minion I willingly ate veg-a-tables. He’ll start hiding them in everything again.”
Really the soup paled horribly to the man across from him. Harrison made him feel stupidly off kilter, longing to impress and terrified of failing in ways he hadn’t since his early days. He’d thought maybe it was just that it was new, that it was blue… And maybe that had factored in, but now… His stomach fluttered as he met Harrison’s eyes again. His lip was going to chap with how often he found himself biting it around this man. Syx wasn’t even sure himself how to label all the feeling inside of him, but it was always exciting and wonderful and just so very right.
Harrison can’t help but beam at the compliment. He’s always a sucker for anyone telling him how wonderful he is. And besides the flutter of nerves coming from both of them at random occasions, he can tell how happy Syx is. And that makes him happy too.
Which is when the waiter arrives, taking their empty soup bowls. They are quickly replaced with their fish course, described as a taste of the sea including edible sand and foam.
“Oh you’re one to talk,” he replies as soon as the waiter leaves them, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. “You are all kinds of adorable right now. Keep nibbling on that lower lip, and I’ll have to come over there and kiss it.” He raises a brow in playful challenge.
Cheek coloring brightly Syx covered his mouth with his hand, “Am not.”
Shoulders shaking as he shook his head at getting called out, he realized he was still biting his lip and made an effort to stop. But at least it was being called cute.
“I’m no cute,” he raised his brows and failed utterly to look serious, “I am a villain, a super villain,” he waved a fork for emphasis, “and super villains aren’t cute. I wear far too many spikes to be cute…” he looked down at his utterly spikeless outfit, “Well… maybe not today… but normally!” he waggled the fork with conviction as if it was a finger, his brows raised high on his forehead, “Not that I’m agruing against getting kissed,” he added suddenly with a renewed flush as his brain caught back up to the ‘threat’ he’d been issued.
Stabbing the fork into the new plate of food, he questioned, “Is… is this even all food?”
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