[There's a glimmer in Baptiste's eye that Charlie gleefully recognizes. Desire, want, hope - call the feeling anything! It's the opening of a transaction, the weight of an opportunity falling straight into his lap. He leers with clear eagerness of his own as the man sets the scene.
Context is everything with humor, after all.
He shifts in his seat, leg bouncing and fingers drumming idly on the bar. This man presents the absurdity of Charlie nude - a harrowing sight. Or of closely examining his crotch for just the right hair. Gross, but could be fun.
Bitey
His fingers stop.
Charlie's gaze hardens, descending from eyes to neck. He doesn't know if he can even swallow this blood, but the thought of sinking his fangs in and feeling its warmth immediately overtakes everything else.] A.. uh.. bite's gonna be the best option for you, I think. [He gestures at his physique, but the coy self depreciation comes across flat.]
Where do you want it? [Where Charlie would normally point, instead he reaches, fingers poised to brush skin but not yet connecting.]
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Context is everything with humor, after all.
He shifts in his seat, leg bouncing and fingers drumming idly on the bar. This man presents the absurdity of Charlie nude - a harrowing sight. Or of closely examining his crotch for just the right hair. Gross, but could be fun.
Bitey
His fingers stop.
Charlie's gaze hardens, descending from eyes to neck. He doesn't know if he can even swallow this blood, but the thought of sinking his fangs in and feeling its warmth immediately overtakes everything else.] A.. uh.. bite's gonna be the best option for you, I think. [He gestures at his physique, but the coy self depreciation comes across flat.]
Where do you want it? [Where Charlie would normally point, instead he reaches, fingers poised to brush skin but not yet connecting.]