[ A hum of satisfaction, gratitude, leaning up into the kiss until that tug lures him up out of his seat. One hand reaching to tease fingertips into the hair at Silco's temple as his other almost topples his wine glass.
Table abandoned, flooded with warmth, it's easy to forget to be daunted by the prospect of explaining Tony Stark, the man just a wall, a world and a death away depending on your perspective. Really he shouldn't have included him in the list at all, but that's a problem for him in a few minutes time. For now he goes where Silco draws him until he recovers enough of his senses to realise what he's after, then it's: ]
Shall I magic up a couch?
[ Mostly an inside joke, throwback to some armchairs, but aside from the bed their only real option is an antique chaise lounge of untested two-person comfort. He can get that couch if they need it. ]
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Table abandoned, flooded with warmth, it's easy to forget to be daunted by the prospect of explaining Tony Stark, the man just a wall, a world and a death away depending on your perspective. Really he shouldn't have included him in the list at all, but that's a problem for him in a few minutes time. For now he goes where Silco draws him until he recovers enough of his senses to realise what he's after, then it's: ]
Shall I magic up a couch?
[ Mostly an inside joke, throwback to some armchairs, but aside from the bed their only real option is an antique chaise lounge of untested two-person comfort. He can get that couch if they need it. ]