[Ah, that makes him smile, and Sycamore runs a gentle hand down Lysandre's face before heading over to the kitchen. Right, what do we have to work with, here....
As he shifts through the fridge and cupboards, he'll keep the conversation going, failing to hide a smile as he thinks about Lysandre's opinion of his clothing.]
I don't know why you hold out when it comes to my wardrobe, by the way - you've already mercilessly revamped my toiletries.
[Ooh, there are eggs....he can work with eggs! Now, is there flour...there are vegetables...cheese...crepes would be quick and easy....]
Perhaps I'll let you dress me one day, no? Just for fun.
[He'll come a bit closer; not enough to interfere, but enough to keep the conversation easy. ...At least everything in the kitchen is within reach, he's ensured that much.]
There's no guarantee that I'll be satisfied with just doing it once; I can assure you now that I won't.
[Sycamore is admittedly very thankful that he doesn't have to fetch a stool to reach the important kitchen implements, yes. So thoughtful! He's quick to find the flour and obtain some mixing bowls. Vegetable crepes will do - easy and healthy. Ooh, maybe they could have wine, as well...surely that wouldn't cancel out the nutritional value? No, it'll be fine...wine has fruit in it! Besides, they deserve it. It's decided.
...and yes, that comment makes him smile as he focuses on mixing together some batter.]
As long as you intend to take the clothes off me, I'll let you put them on me. Sounds like a fair deal, no?
[Have a wink, you.]
Although I do know how you get whenever I let you take an inch. The miles tend to disappear rather quickly, don't they?
[Precisely. It's good for you. So! Speaking of which, Sycamore will fetch two wine glasses and place them in front of Lysandre, giving them a nod.]
Pick us something nice from your collection, won't you?
[Right, time to get these crepes cooking; at this rate, he'll be done quickly. Good! Just as planned. While he turns the crepes over at the stove, he continues to talk.]
And you know how much I enjoy your intensity, Lysandre. What was it that I said, again...ah! Yes, like a blazing flame. I love your passion! Hence why I'd allow you to drag me into one of those boutiques. You know I love it when you get excited about your interests.
[Laughing, Sycamore starts to chop up the vegetables once the crepes are done (and they are done very quickly! Easy.)]
Embarrassing, isn't it? At least now I have an excuse to say ridiculously homoerotic things about you! Not that that's ever stopped me before, apparently, but you know.
[...okay, he'll just. let him just laugh for a little bit. That really was something, wasn't it...]
[How wonderful it is, to add some fruit to their meal! They're so very health-conscious. In liquid form, too, for quick consumption! Genius. This is why they're two of the smartest people in Kalos.]
Oh? Why, did you come up with some fiery metaphors about me, did you?
[That makes Sycamore chuckle; the very thought! Right, he'll add some cheese, and they should just about be done...]
[Sycamore's hands pause momentarily as he takes that in; the context isn't lost on him, but to his credit, he manages to smile softly. Because it does make him want to smile, the thought of Lysandre talking about him. Something he would never have learned back in Kalos. Something else Lunatia has given them.]
It seems we are each other's biggest fans, no?
[Their food is plated and placed down at the dining table, and Sycamore picks up his wine glass, running his free hand down Lysandre's arm.]
Oh, I know you did. It's just...nice, to hear it from you.
[He'll pause for a moment, looking into his wine, tilting the glass back and forth and smiling to himself. It was no secret, around his laboratory, the Lysandre would speak about him whenever he came to reception. Still...there's something about it being vocalised that fills him with a sense of warmth - it takes him back to that happy time. Such a pleasant memory.
...]
But I might be biased, however.
[Have another wink.]
You know how I am with you. I could listen to you recite the alphabet and be enthralled, mon cheri.
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As he shifts through the fridge and cupboards, he'll keep the conversation going, failing to hide a smile as he thinks about Lysandre's opinion of his clothing.]
I don't know why you hold out when it comes to my wardrobe, by the way - you've already mercilessly revamped my toiletries.
[Ooh, there are eggs....he can work with eggs! Now, is there flour...there are vegetables...cheese...crepes would be quick and easy....]
Perhaps I'll let you dress me one day, no? Just for fun.
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[He'll come a bit closer; not enough to interfere, but enough to keep the conversation easy. ...At least everything in the kitchen is within reach, he's ensured that much.]
There's no guarantee that I'll be satisfied with just doing it once; I can assure you now that I won't.
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...and yes, that comment makes him smile as he focuses on mixing together some batter.]
As long as you intend to take the clothes off me, I'll let you put them on me. Sounds like a fair deal, no?
[Have a wink, you.]
Although I do know how you get whenever I let you take an inch. The miles tend to disappear rather quickly, don't they?
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You can't say you don't know what you're getting into, at least.
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Pick us something nice from your collection, won't you?
[Right, time to get these crepes cooking; at this rate, he'll be done quickly. Good! Just as planned. While he turns the crepes over at the stove, he continues to talk.]
And you know how much I enjoy your intensity, Lysandre. What was it that I said, again...ah! Yes, like a blazing flame. I love your passion! Hence why I'd allow you to drag me into one of those boutiques. You know I love it when you get excited about your interests.
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...You know, I'm still impressed that both of us thought nothing of that when you said it before.
[...JUST SAYING...]
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Embarrassing, isn't it? At least now I have an excuse to say ridiculously homoerotic things about you! Not that that's ever stopped me before, apparently, but you know.
[...okay, he'll just. let him just laugh for a little bit. That really was something, wasn't it...]
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I can't say that I was much better, really.
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Oh? Why, did you come up with some fiery metaphors about me, did you?
[That makes Sycamore chuckle; the very thought! Right, he'll add some cheese, and they should just about be done...]
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It seems we are each other's biggest fans, no?
[Their food is plated and placed down at the dining table, and Sycamore picks up his wine glass, running his free hand down Lysandre's arm.]
Thank you for telling me that.
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[It's something he sort of figured Sycamore knew in some capacity, honestly; hardly something that needed saying.]
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[He'll pause for a moment, looking into his wine, tilting the glass back and forth and smiling to himself. It was no secret, around his laboratory, the Lysandre would speak about him whenever he came to reception. Still...there's something about it being vocalised that fills him with a sense of warmth - it takes him back to that happy time. Such a pleasant memory.
...]
But I might be biased, however.
[Have another wink.]
You know how I am with you. I could listen to you recite the alphabet and be enthralled, mon cheri.
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Now you're being ridiculous.
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Liked that one, did you? I'm trying to diversify away from fire metaphors, when it comes to compliments.