[ Danse is not always a guy who recognizes teasing or flirtation, let alone double entendre. But neither is it always lost on him, either, particularly when accompanied by a wink that brazen.
It's the sort of thing he's encountered often enough from civilians, for one reason or another--trying to charm their way into lenience for some transgression against the Brotherhood, or hoping he'll let his guard down enough that they can sneak away with supplies or information they shouldn't have, or sometimes just trying to get a rise out of him for their own amusement like he's a stone-faced guard at the old British palace he once read about in one of Quinlan's books. If this is anything, he assumes it's that.
But it still works. He hates that it works. His lips twist into a little smile of their own accord before he looks away, having to remember now where he even was with his progress on the tire. ]
I've got all but one that won't budge. I think it just needs a bit more torque.
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[ Danse is not always a guy who recognizes teasing or flirtation, let alone double entendre. But neither is it always lost on him, either, particularly when accompanied by a wink that brazen.
It's the sort of thing he's encountered often enough from civilians, for one reason or another--trying to charm their way into lenience for some transgression against the Brotherhood, or hoping he'll let his guard down enough that they can sneak away with supplies or information they shouldn't have, or sometimes just trying to get a rise out of him for their own amusement like he's a stone-faced guard at the old British palace he once read about in one of Quinlan's books. If this is anything, he assumes it's that.
But it still works. He hates that it works. His lips twist into a little smile of their own accord before he looks away, having to remember now where he even was with his progress on the tire. ]
I've got all but one that won't budge. I think it just needs a bit more torque.