That’s true, but you wear your passion loudly. Most people aren’t confident enough to do that.
[Awkward as it was.].
I, uh, thought that might be the case based on your responses. You are a tough opponent. I can see why you don’t have many peers.
[Clive, mid sip of wine, almost chokes on his surprised laugh.]
My voice is one of your favorite things about me? So you like that I can beat you up and that I sound good. You have weird tastes.
[Clive shakes his head a little, still smiling. What a strange man. He tilts his head a little bit, examining Sleipnir, trying to imagine what Barnabas must look like through his eyes. He stares for a couple of beats and sighs. Nope. He’s got nothing.]
When you look at him, what do you see? Barnabas, I mean.
[Clive lets his hands slide down Sleipnir’s shoulders down to his forearms and then back into his own lap. Clive moves to rest his elbow on the bar and props his chin up with an open palm. The two of them stare at each other in silence, Clive’s expression ponderous.]
So, [He finally starts.] You are put out that I am worried about you while you are trying to be worried about me. Because you -
[Clive lightly taps the area just below the cute big bow on Sleipnir’s dress.]
no subject
[Awkward as it was.].
I, uh, thought that might be the case based on your responses. You are a tough opponent. I can see why you don’t have many peers.
[Clive, mid sip of wine, almost chokes on his surprised laugh.]
My voice is one of your favorite things about me? So you like that I can beat you up and that I sound good. You have weird tastes.
[Clive shakes his head a little, still smiling. What a strange man. He tilts his head a little bit, examining Sleipnir, trying to imagine what Barnabas must look like through his eyes. He stares for a couple of beats and sighs. Nope. He’s got nothing.]
When you look at him, what do you see? Barnabas, I mean.
[Clive lets his hands slide down Sleipnir’s shoulders down to his forearms and then back into his own lap. Clive moves to rest his elbow on the bar and props his chin up with an open palm. The two of them stare at each other in silence, Clive’s expression ponderous.]
So, [He finally starts.] You are put out that I am worried about you while you are trying to be worried about me. Because you -
[Clive lightly taps the area just below the cute big bow on Sleipnir’s dress.]
Want to take care of -
[He taps his own bare chest.]
Me?