No, I - I stole that, from a vampire at the ball. It was...a stupid plan.
[It feels...nice, to laugh. But then he's being pulled closer, and he reddens a little. Phil is...nice looking, and now Alfred knows his touch in a different context.
But the words are very kind, and unconsciously, his tail slithers up and around the other man, very lightly curling about him. He smiles, sheepishly, his voice small and sweet.]
[He feels Alfred's tail curl around him and he can't help but grin smugly. When this kid is feeling less down on himself he's going to confront the demon about his feelings towards him to see how he reacts. He already gets the feeling he's going to enjoy his answer.
In the meantime, he laughs and moves to ruffle his hair lightly.]
Of course I do. That other you was all talk, like he was trying to prove something with me. You... you're nice, genuinely. You don't know how long I've had to deal with bullshit fake kindness where I'm from.
[Pause.]
But I'll like you even more if you drink that tea I graciously bought for you before it gets cold.
[He will also take the donuts if Alfred doesn't eat them, that is a threat.]
[Alfred is oblivious to why he's grinning - he's already a touch flustered, though, and Phil has a nice smile, he thinks. He giggles a little under the ruffling of his hair, almost leaning catlike into the touch.]
...I...I haven't had a lot of kindness aimed in my direction. So I try to give it to others, where I can, because...well, as you just said. I like giving others something genuine. I'm...I'm glad, to hear that you like - ah - like who I am.
[It takes him a second to process the comment - and the he blinks, chuckling sheepishly.]
I'm - you're right, I'm sorry, I've been a little rude. Actually can I - if you have a little time, can I get you anything?
[He pauses a little, glancing to his kitchen and back.]
I...still have a bottle of Scotch that my double didn't drink.
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[It feels...nice, to laugh. But then he's being pulled closer, and he reddens a little. Phil is...nice looking, and now Alfred knows his touch in a different context.
But the words are very kind, and unconsciously, his tail slithers up and around the other man, very lightly curling about him. He smiles, sheepishly, his voice small and sweet.]
...You...do? Really?
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In the meantime, he laughs and moves to ruffle his hair lightly.]
Of course I do. That other you was all talk, like he was trying to prove something with me. You... you're nice, genuinely. You don't know how long I've had to deal with bullshit fake kindness where I'm from.
[Pause.]
But I'll like you even more if you drink that tea I graciously bought for you before it gets cold.
[He will also take the donuts if Alfred doesn't eat them, that is a threat.]
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...I...I haven't had a lot of kindness aimed in my direction. So I try to give it to others, where I can, because...well, as you just said. I like giving others something genuine. I'm...I'm glad, to hear that you like - ah - like who I am.
[It takes him a second to process the comment - and the he blinks, chuckling sheepishly.]
I'm - you're right, I'm sorry, I've been a little rude. Actually can I - if you have a little time, can I get you anything?
[He pauses a little, glancing to his kitchen and back.]
I...still have a bottle of Scotch that my double didn't drink.