[ peter takes the glass gently and slides a tip over immediately to the bartender, cash, turning around to face arthur in his seat, though admiring his drink first before his gaze shifts to the man himself. there's a smile curling on the edges of his lips, something that reveals the softest peaking of slightly sharper teeth than usual, fitting of a man who (in whatever notes eames has on him) is referred to affectionately as "a fox in both figurative and literal senses."
arthur himself isn't hard on the eyes either, and peter quite enjoys the cut of his brow, the slope of his shoulders, the way he looks in such a perfectly tailored suit. you want to grab a man by the lapels of that kind of suit and pull him in a corner for something more than paltry chatter.
he takes a sip of his drink and then places it gently on the napkin beside his wrist. ]
No one says we can't enjoy ourselves with a touch of polite conversation. Though I do beg one favor of you, if you wouldn't mind leaning in closely.
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[ peter takes the glass gently and slides a tip over immediately to the bartender, cash, turning around to face arthur in his seat, though admiring his drink first before his gaze shifts to the man himself. there's a smile curling on the edges of his lips, something that reveals the softest peaking of slightly sharper teeth than usual, fitting of a man who (in whatever notes eames has on him) is referred to affectionately as "a fox in both figurative and literal senses."
arthur himself isn't hard on the eyes either, and peter quite enjoys the cut of his brow, the slope of his shoulders, the way he looks in such a perfectly tailored suit. you want to grab a man by the lapels of that kind of suit and pull him in a corner for something more than paltry chatter.
he takes a sip of his drink and then places it gently on the napkin beside his wrist. ]
No one says we can't enjoy ourselves with a touch of polite conversation. Though I do beg one favor of you, if you wouldn't mind leaning in closely.