18.May.14, 08:34 PM
D’hys was taken off guard – a rarity for the man that typically stayed a step ahead of everyone – by B’jin instantly going to the innocent yet correct answer. It had been worded to make it sound sexual and D’hys would admit to using free time in such ways as well but in this case, he had meant it to fluster B’jin until it was explained exercise was what he meant. So it took several seconds of staring at B’jin whine about actually doing physical work before the bluerider managed to compose himself again and gave a rather genuine laugh that B’jin had earned for stumping him.
“Well, there’s always sit ups and chin ups instead,” D’hys grinned a moment longer then let it turn a bit naughty but made sure to keep it light so as not to frighten the greenrider. It wouldn’t do to have B’jin’s naïve innocence work against him now and have him assume he was about to be jumped. “There are other more entertaining ways to work up a sweat as well, my dear B’jin.” He cocked a brow in invitation and then with a smile slid out of his chair and headed away from the greenrider to the oven.
The cake was checked on for the final time and with proper mitts on to guard against the heat, D’hys purposely bent over to show off his ass in what he assumed was a futile attempt to run B’jin’s mind down the right track, and removed the cake. The pan was set on the table, away from the impatient greenrider and his golden monster and D’hys leaned his hip against the wooden structure. “So, what would you like to do to pass the time before we can frost it?”
“Well, there’s always sit ups and chin ups instead,” D’hys grinned a moment longer then let it turn a bit naughty but made sure to keep it light so as not to frighten the greenrider. It wouldn’t do to have B’jin’s naïve innocence work against him now and have him assume he was about to be jumped. “There are other more entertaining ways to work up a sweat as well, my dear B’jin.” He cocked a brow in invitation and then with a smile slid out of his chair and headed away from the greenrider to the oven.
The cake was checked on for the final time and with proper mitts on to guard against the heat, D’hys purposely bent over to show off his ass in what he assumed was a futile attempt to run B’jin’s mind down the right track, and removed the cake. The pan was set on the table, away from the impatient greenrider and his golden monster and D’hys leaned his hip against the wooden structure. “So, what would you like to do to pass the time before we can frost it?”