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How creative! But 'we'. Then you would have to share it with others, no?

[He reaches up to cup his face, thumb brushing over his cheek.]

And burning that memory of your face in that moment to memory. But do go draw the bath. I'll find towels and appropriate sleepware.

[He flushes a little at that praise, but leans into the touch.]

Well, do you Baritones share your own kidnapping room? Or does everyone simply build their own?

[But he'll go draw the bath! Well, it's more like a small pool. His bathroom is very fancy! He chooses candles for lighting, too. Romantic! It's also possible to set a scent, but he doesn't really know what scents Emet likes.]

I've never used our kidnapping room. I enjoy coercing people to come willingly.

[He can't help but smile and be charmed as he sits down behind for the moment reaching into his hair to undo the braid.]

How indulgent.

I suppose you have already coerced me. But I imagine Lahabrea would get jealous if I hog you all to myself.

[He tips his head back to make the unbraiding easier. Or harder!]

Quite nice, isn't it? I decided to treat myself when I bought it.

The old man? He'd be delighted. He is rather sentimental under all those layers of posturing and gruff.

[Well, if he is getting access to his throat he will run his fingers down it, scraping just slightly.]

Good. Then allow me to treat you further. For making the mess in the first place.

[And he will begin washing his hair and him if there are no complaints.]

[His cheeks tint pink at the touch to his throat. It feels like such an intimate thing now.]

Mm, do you suppose he would say things like "oh, young love"? Maybe remember his own youth, if he was in love back then.

[Also he's definitely allowing Emet to wash him! The bath products are also all scented, possibly with lavender. Gotta keep up the pastel bitch brand.]

Perhaps.

[He tilts his head down to kiss his forehead.]

I imagine he'd just enjoy us all being happy honestly.

[He pulls him into his lap to wash him. It's not super effective, but that is the point. But the choice of sent does not go unnoticed.]

Is that your favorite color? You could pick any, you know.

[Definitely making himself cozy in Emet's lap and wrapping his arms around him. Maybe splashing a bit of water on Emet himself.]

They say it has relaxing properties! Isn't that something we could all use? Besides, I thought it funny if it matched my hair color.

You know you can have any hair color.

... or rather you used to be able to change it on a whim.

[He can't help but laugh as he's splashed.]

But it is a scent I do associate with you. Freshly dried ink and parchment as well with all the fresh pages that went across your desk.

Which color do you like best on me?

[Definitely going to be a little bastard and fish for compliments.]

Goodness, don't remind me. You know what the worst part of my memories of the Bureau is? The feeling of how dry my hands got from handling so much paper.

Lighter or pastel colors. It accents your behavior.

[He takes one of his hands and kisses the tips of his fingers.]

You were an excellent Chief. They couldn't have picked a better candidate. Though I still believe you would have made and excellent Emet-Selch.

[He smiles at the kiss, then strokes Emet's cheek with his hand.]

And I've told you many times why I wouldn't have been a better fit than you. But I think you wouldn't believe me no matter what.

Hmmm. I had always wondered. If you hadn’t been tethered to your desk job, would you have desires to travel more? Like Azem. Perhaps even with them.

Hmmm~ Perhaps! It's a very romantic notion, isn't it? Though the life on the road isn't quite for me. I like civilisation's convenience.

I know I’m a home body and Azem my opposite, but I honestly thought you’d enjoy traveling more than not.

With your affinity for making friends after all.

Who says it can't be both? I enjoy making friends and soft beds and good food. Besides, I imagine you would have grown jealous were I to be away from you for too long.

Me being jealous would be beside the point.

[He kisses his cheek before he helps him out of the tub wrapping him in a soft and fluffy robe.]

But your mention of food does remind me I should make you dinner. I could now, if you like.

[He positively BASKS in the attention! Immediately linking arms with Emet as they make their way back.]

You're really intent on pampering me today, aren't you? But I would love that.

[pause,]

I assume you do know how to cook.

[He just laughs pretending like he is just indulging him, but enjoying it immensely. But at the cooking comment.]

Of course! What do you take me for? Let me borrow your kitchen and why don't you wait here. I do want it to be a surprise.

[Kisses Emet's cheek before depositing himself comfortably on the couch, and probably polarizing a bunch of pillows over to himself. It's important.]

Will you get me some roses and wine while you're about it, too?

Yes, dear.

[Look, he'd do the same thing with pillows if he had that ability and he's charmed by the kiss. He will come back in a bit. It does take a while because he makes soup. 'Glory Be' Garlean soup to be specific though he hardly knows the name of it as he sets it down.

He also has a delightful red wine in crystal glasses complete with curly straws as well.

Instead of flowers, however, he found some small mechanic butterflies that slightly flutter their wings in the light. He does sit next to him to affix a few in his hair.]

[He looks pleased at the arrival of food, but even more pleased at the arrival of Emet himself, immediately pulling him down onto the couch next to him when Emet puts the food down. The butterflies are a terribly sweet gesture; he looks incredibly touched, reaching up to brush his fingers against them.]

Oh, these are incredibly cute... Perhaps I should get some for you too. I think black and red would look good on you.

I thought you would like them.

[He doesn't need any convincing to sit next to him and he gets a spoonful of soup and tries to feed it to him.]

Black and red have always been my colors. Perhaps with a bit of fuchsia and purple as well.

[Oh, the feeding is cute. He smiles at that but lets Emet feed him. They're really just doing all the most disgustingly loveydovey couple things, huh.]

That's a good idea. Perhaps as the edging on the wings... oh, or maybe some white lines? To evoke your mask of office?

[He laughs a bit at that.]

I'm surprised you aren't suggesting to give them all little scowls. But I like the idea of the accents.

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