Ah - Sephiroth's been read. Not that he was being overly subtle, but it gets a sort of self-deprecating smirk at letting himself be so obvious. But that offer, and the promise of just how soon it may be that he's able to take Zechs up on it - that claims the bulk of his interest.
He's aware that, at the moment, Zechs is leading him around by the nose a bit. Partly this is an effect of the food and drink he's consumed, he knows; he's easily toyed with in this state. But he's also not fighting it overmuch. For all that Sephiroth can assume command of himself, others, and situations easily, it's often more habit or instinct than desire. He doesn't mind being led, being bidden, or even being commanded. He can accept any role easily enough, and doesn't feel as though he needs to assert himself or prove anything. So if Zechs wants to be in control of things for the moment, Sephiroth has no objection.
For now. He hasn't forgotten that Zechs had enjoyed being pushed around by him, or the way he'd blushed. As soon as they find a suitable place...Sephiroth intends to follow up on those intriguing lines of possibility. And so when he follows Zechs, there's a hint of a shark following a pilot fish.
The intent, almost predatory stalk as he paces after the other man, eyes fixed on his back, gets a visual aid as they leave the bar; a large black panther that had been reclining in the shadows yawns, rises, and silently pads after them. It certainly seems to fit Sephiroth down to the ground.
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He's aware that, at the moment, Zechs is leading him around by the nose a bit. Partly this is an effect of the food and drink he's consumed, he knows; he's easily toyed with in this state. But he's also not fighting it overmuch. For all that Sephiroth can assume command of himself, others, and situations easily, it's often more habit or instinct than desire. He doesn't mind being led, being bidden, or even being commanded. He can accept any role easily enough, and doesn't feel as though he needs to assert himself or prove anything. So if Zechs wants to be in control of things for the moment, Sephiroth has no objection.
For now. He hasn't forgotten that Zechs had enjoyed being pushed around by him, or the way he'd blushed. As soon as they find a suitable place...Sephiroth intends to follow up on those intriguing lines of possibility. And so when he follows Zechs, there's a hint of a shark following a pilot fish.
The intent, almost predatory stalk as he paces after the other man, eyes fixed on his back, gets a visual aid as they leave the bar; a large black panther that had been reclining in the shadows yawns, rises, and silently pads after them. It certainly seems to fit Sephiroth down to the ground.