09.May.14, 08:01 AM
D’hys refrained from commenting on the statement that he sucked. He knew it was said in the innocent manner of him being a killjoy but the dirtier form of the sentence lingered with him and he smirked at B’jin’s back while the man washed up. It would have been so easy to point out he never sucked but B’jin was more than welcome to show off his skills but it would have likely gone over the dense greenrider’s head anyway. No sense wasting such comments that would end up confusing the man or even potentially freaking him out which would ruin all the fun D’hys was still hoping would happen sooner rather than later.
As if reading his mind, B’jin set himself up perfectly as he sat back down at the table. D’hys stared at him a moment, waiting for the laugh or some sort of cue that B’jin knew what he was doing but it never came. He was as oblivious as ever and innocently paying attention to the horrible golden creature that was far too comfortable in his home. There were so many ways to respond to B’jin and any hesitation from moments before was wiped away. The man was clearly asking for trouble and D’hys was of a mind to give it to him and then play it off as a playful lesson between friends. No doubt B’jin was dumb enough to fall for it.
Instead, he laughed and gave an obvious inspection of what he could see of B’jin with the table between them. “How I kill time in such situations involves far less clothing and more sweating, my friend,” D’hys cocked a brow at B’jin, almost in challenge. Would the greenrider rise to the bait? Panic over what could be implied or innocently ask what he meant? Again, it all depended on how he wanted to play it out since he had several answers at the ready.
As if reading his mind, B’jin set himself up perfectly as he sat back down at the table. D’hys stared at him a moment, waiting for the laugh or some sort of cue that B’jin knew what he was doing but it never came. He was as oblivious as ever and innocently paying attention to the horrible golden creature that was far too comfortable in his home. There were so many ways to respond to B’jin and any hesitation from moments before was wiped away. The man was clearly asking for trouble and D’hys was of a mind to give it to him and then play it off as a playful lesson between friends. No doubt B’jin was dumb enough to fall for it.
Instead, he laughed and gave an obvious inspection of what he could see of B’jin with the table between them. “How I kill time in such situations involves far less clothing and more sweating, my friend,” D’hys cocked a brow at B’jin, almost in challenge. Would the greenrider rise to the bait? Panic over what could be implied or innocently ask what he meant? Again, it all depended on how he wanted to play it out since he had several answers at the ready.