[Oh, hell, that's good, and not in a titillating way. Those hands do wonders for all the tension that has built up since his arrival in hell. He's seen more physical exertion here than he has in years, and it can be felt in taut muscle steadily unwinding under Seto's fingers. A few seconds in and he's slumped over his knees, chin resting on his forearms, his eye shut, and humming his appreciation.]
You know my thoughts on that.
[The steady press of those fingers creates a counterbalance that prevents him from getting worked up too fast by the dangerous scrape of those fangs. The electric burst along his nerves is still present, but fainter, a little more manageable. He can probably get away with indulging in this for a few minutes.]
Mmm. [Being indirectly called a great man. He smiles into his forearm.] Not untrue, but it's not essential criteria either. Sounds like an excuse.
[Seto is just full of those when it comes to interpersonal relationships.]
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You know my thoughts on that.
[The steady press of those fingers creates a counterbalance that prevents him from getting worked up too fast by the dangerous scrape of those fangs. The electric burst along his nerves is still present, but fainter, a little more manageable. He can probably get away with indulging in this for a few minutes.]
Mmm. [Being indirectly called a great man. He smiles into his forearm.] Not untrue, but it's not essential criteria either. Sounds like an excuse.
[Seto is just full of those when it comes to interpersonal relationships.]