[ He’s watching her with growing skepticism until she voices that last part and then understanding flares in amber eyes as he huffs out a breath that is half-exasperated-laugh and half-sigh. ]
That’s what this is about, then. Don’t worry, I’m still cooking for Claude, that’s not going to keep me from cooking for you, too, you realize. Or, here’s an idea, both of you. Since, last time I checked, you both need to eat and seemed to enjoy my cooking and it’s really no extra effort to feed two of you rather than just the one.
[ There’s a metaphor in there, but he’s not going to bother explaining it. He doubts she’d hear him anyway. ]
And trust me, I still recall our kiss - and everything else that happened - in the Feywilds quite vividly. And I still have zero regrets about any of it. I also seem to recall, before everything went to shit, the three of us sharing a hotel room quite comfortably and not just that, sharing a bed and - perhaps more importantly - sharing each other.
Is that option suddenly no longer on the table here? Because if not, I’d prefer you be up front with me about it now. Because if you don’t? I’m very much going to kiss you again. Probably many times. Maybe even corner you somewhere and have an encore of our little treat in the Feywilds. Because, sweetheart, I’m far from sated yet, you only gave me a taste.
[ Everything about that statement is no-nonsense and absolutely honest as he gazes at her intently, his eyes locked on her face, waiting for her reaction to that.
It’s definitely a far step from his typical charms and flirtations. But he’s just spent weeks watching her and Claude bleed each other dry because they couldn’t just say what they wanted. And while Claude… is his own complication right now, he’s pretty sure he has a better idea of where Hilda might stand.
…Or stood, maybe, before whatever this is with Claude started resolving itself. Now he’s back on unstable ground again. With both of them. Trying to figure out what his place is here.
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That’s what this is about, then. Don’t worry, I’m still cooking for Claude, that’s not going to keep me from cooking for you, too, you realize. Or, here’s an idea, both of you. Since, last time I checked, you both need to eat and seemed to enjoy my cooking and it’s really no extra effort to feed two of you rather than just the one.
[ There’s a metaphor in there, but he’s not going to bother explaining it. He doubts she’d hear him anyway. ]
And trust me, I still recall our kiss - and everything else that happened - in the Feywilds quite vividly. And I still have zero regrets about any of it. I also seem to recall, before everything went to shit, the three of us sharing a hotel room quite comfortably and not just that, sharing a bed and - perhaps more importantly - sharing each other.
Is that option suddenly no longer on the table here? Because if not, I’d prefer you be up front with me about it now. Because if you don’t? I’m very much going to kiss you again. Probably many times. Maybe even corner you somewhere and have an encore of our little treat in the Feywilds. Because, sweetheart, I’m far from sated yet, you only gave me a taste.
[ Everything about that statement is no-nonsense and absolutely honest as he gazes at her intently, his eyes locked on her face, waiting for her reaction to that.
It’s definitely a far step from his typical charms and flirtations. But he’s just spent weeks watching her and Claude bleed each other dry because they couldn’t just say what they wanted. And while Claude… is his own complication right now, he’s pretty sure he has a better idea of where Hilda might stand.
…Or stood, maybe, before whatever this is with Claude started resolving itself. Now he’s back on unstable ground again. With both of them. Trying to figure out what his place is here.
Or if he even still has one. ]