Should she choose to sweep, he will assist with the dustpan. An obsession doesn't begin to describe his fixation with her, but it's close enough. All she need to do is be in the same room as him for a minute to have her wish. He's already half way to eating his own words and grateful, for the moment, it seems she won't press him.
It should be a relief to her that the sound of his breathing is fairly consistent then. It goes without saying he doesn't think about it much, but it's worth noting his exhales are paced when she has anything to say or the gears in his brain turn to note a step she takes with her magic. He may not think to tell her later. Something tells him it won't be the last time she does that. She's encouraging him to say the least. Sam half grins before he can shake her flirtatious behavior off for a more genuine smile. "When we're done," he uses her words in agreement. He, too, knows there is a little work to do. Semi-subconsciously, his answer to her flirting is on the door because he's aware his shirt will lift. His torso is nearly as long as his legs. He paces himself so the sigil is fundamentally correct; on purpose so when Ruby returns he can lean his head toward the bed and ask a simple question. "You want to make sure I'm steady on this one?" He's kidding about needing any support, of course. Let's just say he'd prefer her close and in the way.
Assuming it's a yes, he'll hold his hand out for her to take so when they step up on the bed he can balance her out and vice versa. He still needs her assist for the ink.
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Date: 2019-12-12 04:25 am (UTC)It should be a relief to her that the sound of his breathing is fairly consistent then. It goes without saying he doesn't think about it much, but it's worth noting his exhales are paced when she has anything to say or the gears in his brain turn to note a step she takes with her magic.
He may not think to tell her later. Something tells him it won't be the last time she does that.She's encouraging him to say the least. Sam half grins before he can shake her flirtatious behavior off for a more genuine smile. "When we're done," he uses her words in agreement. He, too, knows there is a little work to do. Semi-subconsciously, his answer to her flirting is on the door because he's aware his shirt will lift. His torso is nearly as long as his legs. He paces himself so the sigil is fundamentally correct; on purpose so when Ruby returns he can lean his head toward the bed and ask a simple question. "You want to make sure I'm steady on this one?" He's kidding about needing any support, of course. Let's just say he'd prefer her close and in the way.Assuming it's a yes, he'll hold his hand out for her to take so when they step up on the bed he can balance her out and vice versa. He still needs her assist for the ink.