[ Ardyn kept his hand there, though he did lightly increase the pressure moments after Caster had spoken, as if affirming the gesture in light of this new information. He let his expression flicker to one of mild surprise, and then settle into something a little more intimate and friendly. ]
Ha, if I meant it as a joke, it was only because I assumed you would turn it down.
[ He squeezed his shoulder lightly, and then let go. ]
Of course I will keep you mind for such. And - presuming you have no others you would prefer - you are welcome to come to me, should you find yourself running low.
[ He notes that small squeeze to the shoulder somewhere at the very back of his mind, even as he automatically shakes his head. ]
I've no particular need -- ...
[ Though his words trail off thoughtfully after a moment.
It's not like him to look to people for help. Especially for such intimate matters. But given what he knows of Ardyn's nature, and what they hold in common ... It's a somewhat grim line of thought, but with Ardyn, there's no worry of tarnishing him. Morally speaking. Avicebron clears his throat after that awkward pause. ]
No, I'll accept your offer. Thank you. I'll keep it in mind.
[ He says it plainly enough, but reflexively touches his mask as he speaks, just a touch embarrassed. Talking about these matters to bluntly still feels a little strange. ]
[ Ardyn's tawny eyes marked that reflexive touch. Caster was so collected and put together that it was interesting to see cracks in the metaphorical mask. ]
Well, until then.
[ Just before he turned away, he reached up and brushed his thumb over that self-same spot. The touch lingered for a beat longer than it ought to until his thumb slid off of the mask and Ardyn half turned.
He raised his other hand in a jaunty farewell, as if he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. ]
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Ha, if I meant it as a joke, it was only because I assumed you would turn it down.
[ He squeezed his shoulder lightly, and then let go. ]
Of course I will keep you mind for such. And - presuming you have no others you would prefer - you are welcome to come to me, should you find yourself running low.
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I've no particular need -- ...
[ Though his words trail off thoughtfully after a moment.
It's not like him to look to people for help. Especially for such intimate matters. But given what he knows of Ardyn's nature, and what they hold in common ... It's a somewhat grim line of thought, but with Ardyn, there's no worry of tarnishing him. Morally speaking. Avicebron clears his throat after that awkward pause. ]
No, I'll accept your offer. Thank you. I'll keep it in mind.
[ He says it plainly enough, but reflexively touches his mask as he speaks, just a touch embarrassed. Talking about these matters to bluntly still feels a little strange. ]
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Well, until then.
[ Just before he turned away, he reached up and brushed his thumb over that self-same spot. The touch lingered for a beat longer than it ought to until his thumb slid off of the mask and Ardyn half turned.
He raised his other hand in a jaunty farewell, as if he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. ]