[It's that quick action and thinking that saves Hythlodaeus from that sweater-made-backpack taking on its third evolution as a ball of fire. With Lanque securely holding the grumpy lizard lad, any thought of engulfing the fabric leaves his otherwise empty head.
Lanque, however, looks pretty amused at his Salandit's predicament and how seamlessly Hythlodaeus thwarted him.]
I do suppose we haven't eaten yet, but he really is a picky eater. I don't know if he'll be willing to eat anything else when there's all these Cutiefly about.
[The grumble and huff from the bound Salandit all but confirms Lanque's assumption.]
I haven't. It's not the gelatin that I'm wanting filled.
[The part about his Salandit he ignores as he places the little guy down, and crosses the distance between himself and Hythlodaeus, getting what most would consider uncomfortably close.]
I know you're not so stupid that I have to spell it out for you.
[His grin doesn't fade, even with that rejection. Though it doesn't come across to him as a solid one. Simply something that needs a bit more picking.]
Sure, but I really don't see what the issue is--no one's here, right?
[Stepping closer again, he rests his palm on the table next to where Hythlodaeus has taken his seat. Ordinarily this would put him at a height advantage over someone, looming over them as a powerplay, but this just puts them at eye level with each other.
Whatever.]
I won't tell, don't have any reason to--or are you going to have me believe you never do anything in secret.
[As he says this, he glances at Hythlodaeus' little chemistry set over yonder, before locking eyes with his again, eyebrow quirked.]
[Lanque's gaze goes to the collection of Yamask masks adorning the far wall, wondering idly if that's what he means, but he doesn't voice the question. His attention returning to Hythlodaeus, he shrugs.]
So then why is this different? One more secret to keep from your spies. Really, it's just some fun, and I can tell there's a lot you want to do to me just by how you look at me...
[His voice goes low and sultry as he says that last bit, very clearly trying to lay on the seductive charm. Eyes half-lidded, and his tongue darting out across his (shortened) fangs.]
[He follows his gaze, smiling as he knows that this is barely the half of it.]
Ah yes, just one more to add to the pile. [He folds his hands and smiles. How he looks at him? What a little projection there. He knew he was getting himself into trouble, but with no fear attached. Hopefully he just wouldn't piss off Lanque so much so that he wouldn't let him use his shiny pokemon for breeding. With that in mind... ]
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Lanque, however, looks pretty amused at his Salandit's predicament and how seamlessly Hythlodaeus thwarted him.]
I do suppose we haven't eaten yet, but he really is a picky eater. I don't know if he'll be willing to eat anything else when there's all these Cutiefly about.
[The grumble and huff from the bound Salandit all but confirms Lanque's assumption.]
But I'm not here over his appetite.
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[ They really are rather convincing, as far as mold-made grubs went. He shoos the Cutiefly away to safety as he looks between lizard and man. ]
Even if he's making his appetite my problem now. My cutiefly are strictly off-limits. So... He just may have to make do with what he is allowed.
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[The part about his Salandit he ignores as he places the little guy down, and crosses the distance between himself and Hythlodaeus, getting what most would consider uncomfortably close.]
I know you're not so stupid that I have to spell it out for you.
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[ His smile spreads on his lips as he casually puts a little distance between them, sitting in one of the hopelessly undersized chairs at the table. ]
...Though I think I understand. It is always the forbidden fruit that tastes the sweetest. Isn't that right?
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Sure, but I really don't see what the issue is--no one's here, right?
[Stepping closer again, he rests his palm on the table next to where Hythlodaeus has taken his seat. Ordinarily this would put him at a height advantage over someone, looming over them as a powerplay, but this just puts them at eye level with each other.
Whatever.]
I won't tell, don't have any reason to--or are you going to have me believe you never do anything in secret.
[As he says this, he glances at Hythlodaeus' little chemistry set over yonder, before locking eyes with his again, eyebrow quirked.]
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This house is absolutely riddled with spies. Especially in the kitchen. But there is plenty I do in secret, you have me there.
[ This is amusing, to say the least. He'll let this attempt run its course. ]
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So then why is this different? One more secret to keep from your spies. Really, it's just some fun, and I can tell there's a lot you want to do to me just by how you look at me...
[His voice goes low and sultry as he says that last bit, very clearly trying to lay on the seductive charm. Eyes half-lidded, and his tongue darting out across his (shortened) fangs.]
We can always go somewhere more private.
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Ah yes, just one more to add to the pile. [He folds his hands and smiles. How he looks at him? What a little projection there. He knew he was getting himself into trouble, but with no fear attached. Hopefully he just wouldn't piss off Lanque so much so that he wouldn't let him use his shiny pokemon for breeding. With that in mind... ]
Where would you have us go?