[It'd been nothing more than a playful, off-hand quip; Hubert didn't expect anything of it, perhaps other than a swat. The surprise that crosses his face is mild like most of his expressions, but plain in the slight widening in his eyes as Nico lifts his chin. That nearly feline look in her eyes catches Hubert utterly off-guard.]
[It's entrancing. Exciting. Nico's tone, her smile, the glint in her eyes—as disorienting as the sudden shift was, Hubert's heart beat a hair faster for it, arousal curling a little tighter in him.]
[He's left there, blinking dumbly for a moment after Nico slides from his lap, processing what just happened.]
...very well. [He rises to do just that, his hands finishing what Nico's had started at his shirt. There's a surrealism to it, in his mind, but the garment falls away quickly enough, and the rest of his clothes to follow; even in dressing and undressing, Hubert was almost comically efficient as always. His hands fold behind his back out of raw force of habit, and the familiar mannerism helps to distract from the twinge of uncertainty in baring his body to Nico for the first time. Pale, scrawny, touched periodically by scars of war and subterfuge. Curiously, this is a single tattoo—a line of purple runes—ringing his left bicep, the faintest touch of magic in the ink.]
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[It's entrancing. Exciting. Nico's tone, her smile, the glint in her eyes—as disorienting as the sudden shift was, Hubert's heart beat a hair faster for it, arousal curling a little tighter in him.]
[He's left there, blinking dumbly for a moment after Nico slides from his lap, processing what just happened.]
...very well. [He rises to do just that, his hands finishing what Nico's had started at his shirt. There's a surrealism to it, in his mind, but the garment falls away quickly enough, and the rest of his clothes to follow; even in dressing and undressing, Hubert was almost comically efficient as always. His hands fold behind his back out of raw force of habit, and the familiar mannerism helps to distract from the twinge of uncertainty in baring his body to Nico for the first time. Pale, scrawny, touched periodically by scars of war and subterfuge. Curiously, this is a single tattoo—a line of purple runes—ringing his left bicep, the faintest touch of magic in the ink.]