That's all rather fair, in Izzy's opinion, and he takes the offered hand. The shake is a rather new and novel form of greeting, and he has to say he quite likes it. You can tell a lot about a man from the way they grasp you. Their temperament, their intentions. Weak or dominant or confident.
He sees the scraped knuckles before he sees the lip, and wonder immediately riles up beside concern and a certain kind of possessiveness he has to right to. Mugged, probably, he thinks. Poor fucker.
"Izzy," he answers, preferring the shortening, and commits Lucius' name to memory. It suits him, really. Distinguished but comfortable on the tongue.
"Seems you got into something fun yesterday. I should have warned you that fabric fights back."
"Just my luck. Of all the bolts with the nice hands, I pick the one that can make a fist," Lucius replies easily accepting the humorous out for what it is. He turns on his stool, then and drapes himself against the bar. His eyes casually rake down Izzy before him--Izzy. What a name. He wonders what it's short for, there are a few choices that fit. He wont pry, though, not into that at least.
There's a certain air to clubs like this, a casualness and ease that Lucius both adores and hates. Izzy seems comfortable here, but that can mean anything. At the very least, though, he probably won't be surprised by his next question.
"Did you want to dance...or retire somewhere private for...conversation?"
Lucius doesn't sound like he'd prefer either, but his gaze rests heavy on Izzy's handsome face. There's either promise or threat in that look and it's hard to tell which it will be--if not both.
Lucius's expression pinches with curiosity and, just like that, he's got his whole focus on this man.
He can't say he objects to the idea of getting to know someone, but that's not...people usually don't want to know him. They want to bed him, they want him to leave, they want him to deliver something, but they never usually want to know him--it's a feature of being a servant, or...having been, rather. It's made his new life easy enough, given all the dirty little secrets he keeps, but it's also just excruciatingly lonely. He'd have settled for physical intimacy but...knowing him? Nobody's ever preferred to know him before.
"Would you now?" Lucius asks and takes another sip of his pint. He purses his lips once he has and then takes a short, sharp breath as he mulls that over.
"Alright, Izzy," he agrees and his smile pulls at that split in his lip before he can catch himself. He grimaces and tongues it briefly before he continues. "What would you like to know?"
Tell me about yourself is such a boring opener. Sure, it’s what he wants to know, but it is so completely dull.
Not one for free love without any basis whatsoever, the idea of taking Lucius to bed is very appealing but he wants more first. Sex is all well and good but it does very little to quench the thirst of loneliness.
It is, at best, a temporary drizzle when you need rain.
“If you could do anything, be anything in the whole world, what would it be?”
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He sees the scraped knuckles before he sees the lip, and wonder immediately riles up beside concern and a certain kind of possessiveness he has to right to. Mugged, probably, he thinks. Poor fucker.
"Izzy," he answers, preferring the shortening, and commits Lucius' name to memory. It suits him, really. Distinguished but comfortable on the tongue.
"Seems you got into something fun yesterday. I should have warned you that fabric fights back."
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There's a certain air to clubs like this, a casualness and ease that Lucius both adores and hates. Izzy seems comfortable here, but that can mean anything. At the very least, though, he probably won't be surprised by his next question.
"Did you want to dance...or retire somewhere private for...conversation?"
Lucius doesn't sound like he'd prefer either, but his gaze rests heavy on Izzy's handsome face. There's either promise or threat in that look and it's hard to tell which it will be--if not both.
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Can’t help but wonder if he’s bendy, too.
That stirs something carnal and the decision he’s asked to make becomes an easy one.
“I was never really one for dancing. Always ended up doing the playing.”
A boast? Maybe so.
“But I think I’d rather get to know you.”
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Lucius's expression pinches with curiosity and, just like that, he's got his whole focus on this man.
He can't say he objects to the idea of getting to know someone, but that's not...people usually don't want to know him. They want to bed him, they want him to leave, they want him to deliver something, but they never usually want to know him--it's a feature of being a servant, or...having been, rather. It's made his new life easy enough, given all the dirty little secrets he keeps, but it's also just excruciatingly lonely. He'd have settled for physical intimacy but...knowing him? Nobody's ever preferred to know him before.
"Would you now?" Lucius asks and takes another sip of his pint. He purses his lips once he has and then takes a short, sharp breath as he mulls that over.
"Alright, Izzy," he agrees and his smile pulls at that split in his lip before he can catch himself. He grimaces and tongues it briefly before he continues. "What would you like to know?"
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Not one for free love without any basis whatsoever, the idea of taking Lucius to bed is very appealing but he wants more first. Sex is all well and good but it does very little to quench the thirst of loneliness.
It is, at best, a temporary drizzle when you need rain.
“If you could do anything, be anything in the whole world, what would it be?”