I did say that Pryce is refreshingly unpredictable...
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Ah. I did say that Pryce is refreshingly unpredictable. This only serves to prove my point.
You were a high school bully in your previous carnation, weren't you?
"It's doubtful. I am a great number of things, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce. But adolescent isn't one of them."
The implication of childishness is doubly amusing when Pryce adds, "You started it," and the corners of my lips quirk up of their own volition.
I temper my expression into a more polished and neutral smile, just as Pryce veers the conversation in yet another surprising direction.
"And you have far too pretty eyes for such a bastard."
A bastard, hmm? And he hasn't even seen me when I'm trying. But-
Pretty?
Pryce seems just as startled by the underhanded compliment as I. He looks at me through slightly lowered lashes, frowning in confusion. And he has them - "pretty" eyes, if one must use that word. They're a nicely cool shade of blue. And clearer than you'd expect. Pryce may not be as broken down as I thought, invisible friends notwithstanding.
However, it was a mistake to shift my attention to his physical attributes. Some diversions are decidedly more enjoyable than others, and while conversation and tea is one way to kill half an hour, I can think of at least one, far more...stimulating use of the roomy sofa Pryce is sitting on at this moment.
I doubt Pryce would appreciate my thoughts. And I dare say Angel would not approve of them.
Which makes my next thought all the more fun, naturally.
I slowly lean in a little closer, letting my eyes follow Pryce's tongue as he licks his lips unconsciously.
"I could say the same for you. But I suppose that would be me being rude once again."
Ah. I did say that Pryce is refreshingly unpredictable. This only serves to prove my point.
You were a high school bully in your previous carnation, weren't you?
"It's doubtful. I am a great number of things, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce. But adolescent isn't one of them."
The implication of childishness is doubly amusing when Pryce adds, "You started it," and the corners of my lips quirk up of their own volition.
I temper my expression into a more polished and neutral smile, just as Pryce veers the conversation in yet another surprising direction.
"And you have far too pretty eyes for such a bastard."
A bastard, hmm? And he hasn't even seen me when I'm trying. But-
Pretty?
Pryce seems just as startled by the underhanded compliment as I. He looks at me through slightly lowered lashes, frowning in confusion. And he has them - "pretty" eyes, if one must use that word. They're a nicely cool shade of blue. And clearer than you'd expect. Pryce may not be as broken down as I thought, invisible friends notwithstanding.
However, it was a mistake to shift my attention to his physical attributes. Some diversions are decidedly more enjoyable than others, and while conversation and tea is one way to kill half an hour, I can think of at least one, far more...stimulating use of the roomy sofa Pryce is sitting on at this moment.
I doubt Pryce would appreciate my thoughts. And I dare say Angel would not approve of them.
Which makes my next thought all the more fun, naturally.
I slowly lean in a little closer, letting my eyes follow Pryce's tongue as he licks his lips unconsciously.
"I could say the same for you. But I suppose that would be me being rude once again."