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Is this a request to get you twenty of the exact same robe? I can arrange that as well. I simply thought you'd enjoy something with a little more flair.

Aww, how considerate! But you know I could have twenty of the same robe. And wear it every day, yet every day it will be a different one. Does that not sound like me?

It does. Twenty robes it is, then.

But since we are already here, you might as well try them on before I put them back.

You're not putting them back.

[Said very matter of factly! But he'll head over to the changing booths. He'll try the first three suits on at first, saving up the dress for later, particularly because he wants to see Emet's reaction to it. Anyway! Emerging in one of the suits.]

How do I look? Like a proper member of Baritones yet?

[He takes his hand and twirls him once. He has to stretch up to do it seeing as Hythlodaeus is so tall, but he manages it.]

As if you weren't always welcomed as an esteemed guest always. But you do look sharp. A full suit would be a bit boring for you, truth be told. I thought a bit of youthfulness served it and you better.

[Oh--the twirl takes him by surprise but also makes him smile happily... And again he's going to be an embarrassment, bringing Emet's hand up to his lips to kiss it. Maintaining eye contact all the while.]

It's true! I don't want to start looking like Lahabrea yet.

[His cheeks darken equally from the action as well as the intense scrutiny.]

Here am I trying to flatter you and getting bested for my efforts.

[ :> ]

I do hope you aren't going to give up. And you look adorable when you blush.

You could take it easy on me.

[He looks around to ensure there are no other patrons. When that is clear he motions him to a nearby bench.]

Sit. If you would.

Here I thought you enjoy being bullied.

[Giving him a curious look, but sitting down as instructed.]

You know I do. And that I will complain about it.

[He puts the dress up, so it hangs on a nearby rack before he kneels in front of him and begins to undress him. First the vest, then the shoes, and so forth. It is less sensual and more reverent thus being even more embarrassing.]

[It's embarrassing indeed. Hythlodaeus blushes rather pinkly, flustered by how genuinely affectionate it seems to be; he does not move, though, letting Emet get on with it. Maybe bringing his knees just a little closer together though.]

... Are you fond of being counterproductive now?

It is the fastest way to get you in that dress.

[AH. He's both amused and embarrassed that he let himself get caught so easily.]

So you did pick it because you liked the thought of me wearing it.

[He leans up a just a bit to kiss the tip of his nose.]

Of course, I did.

[He smiles, leaning down to quickly kiss his cheek in turn.]

You could have simply been more honest about it.

Was presenting it to you in the first place not honest enough? Back then I wouldn't have even done that much.

[When he's done removing the garments, he'll bring the dress over and help him into it.]

Back then it would have been me bringing you a dress like this and goading you into wearing it. And you'd refuse outright, completely red, but eventually give in to my and Azem's badgering. And wear it just for us in the end.

[But! Time for dress! He twirls around once it's on.]

So?~

I would have. I had entirely too much pride back then. Thought I had all the time in the world. Easier to push against embarrassment than embrace what I truly wanted.

[He smiles at the twirl taking his hands and pulls him into a dance.]

Though I can't say I'm any better at it now. Though now it is shame rather than pride that gets in the way.

[GOOD, HE WAS EAGER TO DANCE! Smiling happily in turn, letting Emet lead for now.]

Hmm? Should I try to push past that shame, then?

[He twirls him a few times making sure to keep focus on his face the entire time. He imagines he likes the attention.]

I would appreciate the help. Though at least now I can admit it. A step further than I was before.

[He certainly likes the attention! And definitely going to lead Emet into dipping him.]

Fufu, I'll do my best then. Though I can't quite imagine what it is you are ashamed of, given your behavior in the car.

[He dips him far enough so that his hair brushes the ground and holds him like that.]

That is in private, my dear. It is always easier in private.

Well, and to get you to blush.

[He does get a doki at that, but tries to hide the fact by being smug.]

Ah? Should I take that to mean that you secretly desire to make love in public?

[What if he picks him up in his arms even though he is taller.]

No.

It simply means it is harder to be genuine. But haven't I always been this way?

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