[It's telling, the way that Rufus almost reaches for Aventurine when he circles around to put himself so easily within reach — not the eagerness of a man who can't keep his hands to himself, but rather the confidence of one who's never been told he can't put his hands on anything in the world he desires. As it is, one set of fingers ghost in the air while the others hold firm to the remote, and his eyes are dark and intent, fixed on Aventurine's face even as far more interesting activities go on below his belt.]
You're gorgeous, you know.
[It's a simple, matter-of-fact statement; pretty blondes were far more to his father's taste than his own, but he's certainly not above appreciating beauty where he can find it — and moreso even than looks, Aventurine's beauty is in his willingness to play the game, to be just as dirty as the situation calls for to put the ball squarely back in his opponent's court.
His arm comes up to dangle against the back of his seat, effortless in the way it dangles and reveals just a glimpse of the remote within his fingers. His other hand brushes against his own thigh, casually indicating his lap.]
You have a seat waiting for you over there, but maybe you'd like one right here, instead?
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You're gorgeous, you know.
[It's a simple, matter-of-fact statement; pretty blondes were far more to his father's taste than his own, but he's certainly not above appreciating beauty where he can find it — and moreso even than looks, Aventurine's beauty is in his willingness to play the game, to be just as dirty as the situation calls for to put the ball squarely back in his opponent's court.
His arm comes up to dangle against the back of his seat, effortless in the way it dangles and reveals just a glimpse of the remote within his fingers. His other hand brushes against his own thigh, casually indicating his lap.]
You have a seat waiting for you over there, but maybe you'd like one right here, instead?