[That minute flinch, the uncharacteristic way that Stephen seems to stall rather than to lob a joke back at him or play the moment off-- Yujin's expression turns inquisitive as he looks up again and searches Stephen's face. Thankfully, there's nothing like rejection in it. Just... confusion. An uncertain trembling in the man's hand, held fast in Yujin's own.
Good. For once, he's the one who's left Stephen spellbound. It's even more satisfying than Yujin thought it would be. If he's smug about it at all-- all right, he's a bit smug-- he doesn't show it on his face, expression level and even as always.]
Thank you.
[Surely this gesture alone would satisfy the orb. He could easily leave the man in peace to contemplate whatever he's just unearthed not-so-peacefully. And yet, over these last months, Yujin's gotten nothing from hesitation and taking half measures. Hell, the two of them are sailing miles above an earth that doesn't belong to either of them: what's it going to hurt to be more direct about what he wants, for once in his life?
Yujin meets Stephen's eyes and offers him one last sly smile. Faint wrinkles tug at the corners of his eyes, a deep, dark brown alight with the intent of calling Stephen Strange's bluff.
He brings Stephen's hand to his lips, presses a kiss to his knuckles for only a moment, then looses his hand, allowing the other man to finally slip out of his grasp.]
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Good. For once, he's the one who's left Stephen spellbound. It's even more satisfying than Yujin thought it would be. If he's smug about it at all-- all right, he's a bit smug-- he doesn't show it on his face, expression level and even as always.]
Thank you.
[Surely this gesture alone would satisfy the orb. He could easily leave the man in peace to contemplate whatever he's just unearthed not-so-peacefully. And yet, over these last months, Yujin's gotten nothing from hesitation and taking half measures. Hell, the two of them are sailing miles above an earth that doesn't belong to either of them: what's it going to hurt to be more direct about what he wants, for once in his life?
Yujin meets Stephen's eyes and offers him one last sly smile. Faint wrinkles tug at the corners of his eyes, a deep, dark brown alight with the intent of calling Stephen Strange's bluff.
He brings Stephen's hand to his lips, presses a kiss to his knuckles for only a moment, then looses his hand, allowing the other man to finally slip out of his grasp.]
...and thank you for the favor, too.