I'd call you lucky in that regard, where I'm from, appearances can mean everything. [Whether it be a handsome and charismatic politician to a terrifying looking criminal, it all comes down to appearances at the end of the day. As much as he may hate to admit to it. But at least he knew the compliments came strictly from his talent than some weird vain attempt via an appearance.

Certainly he does not mind the contact, shifting a bit closer to put as much against him as he can. Normally, normally he would have immediately gotten down to what he was here for. But there's something about this that... makes him feel as if he should be more careful and take his time with it. That it feels more right to do things this way.

Sometimes he can be perceptive.]

I wouldn't call myself anything special, but it would seem you insist that isn't the case. [There's a small hint of amusement to his tone, despite the usual deadpan he's probably come to expect from him at this point.] Far be it from me to tell you that you're wrong, after all.

[Nor, in some deep part of him, would he want for him to agree with his own thoughts.

Or would he want to keep his hands to himself, given one is moving to his thigh, letting those rough fingers lightly rub against bare skin. Savor the moment, because there's rarely ever a second chance.]