His own expression pinches at the distressed-sounding noise, the hand he's already got lifted reaching out toward Vincenzo, though coming up short after his remark.
A blink then another, Sizhui absently tilts his head and can't help grinning again as his own playful retort comes, “See what, skin? How scandalous,” he teases, dismissively waving his hand at even the thought of something so ridiculous. “Truly, I do not mind helping, but if you insist...” Well, he can't very well argue forever.
He can't help but give a soft huff of amusement at how easily Sizhui
brushes off what he might see. So Sizhui may be stronger than he looks.
Vincenzo reaches up to take his chin in a soft grip, analyzing his bride.
"I insist," he says quietly, "I'd rather you see it when the reason isn't
because I may not be able to bathe myself."
That sound is something far better; comforting, reassuring, it makes Sizhui faintly smile wider even if he's instantly softening when Vincenzo takes hold of his chin. He arches his eyebrows and tilts his head, holding eye-contact while lifting a hand to brush his fingertips against Vincenzo's wrist.
“Okay,” comes in quiet acceptance, although color rises high on his cheeks following the other remark. “Perhaps later then, but I will wait outside nearby in case you need anything.”
“Of course,” Sizhui agrees, giving the faintest head-bob of his own before doing a neat heel-turn toward the door. “I think that would be a terrific idea as well.” Perhaps alcohol might loosen Vincenzo's lips enough that he explains what happened while he was gone; it's not prying if something accidentally slips out, right? Whoops!
After collecting clean clothes and leaving them outside the door for his husband, he pads back downstairs, gathers three wineglasses and two bottles (one red wine and the other white), fills two glasses with white and the remaining with red so Vincenzo can choose whatever he prefers. He, however, picks up a lighter-colored glass then settles into a seat beside the bar, waiting patiently, sipping real slow-like despite half-frazzled nerves telling him to do otherwise.
Not likely that he would ever let important information slip from him. But
it's sweet that Sizhui might think so. Vincenzo finishes his shower and
keeps his grunts to himself as gingerly pulls on the expensive silk pajama
pants. How sweet of Sizhui to leave them for him. Every thing a
donna could be. Or at least the beginnings of a proper donna.
He watches as Sizhui settles beside the bar, the moonlight and starlight
catching him so handsomely. He walks up to the bar and takes the glass of
red, swirling it a little.
"You truly believe you would be able to handle being la donna di
casa for the Famiglia di Cassano?" he asks, looking at his bride over
the rim of his wine glass. "I could send you back to your family's home,
where it's safe. And you would only be my wife by name."
Hey, a guy can dream, can't he? And let's be honest, is it really so bad that Sizhui might want Vincenzo to feel like he's trustworthy? Certainly not! Just like how he'd be pleased to know Vincenzo appreciates him courteously leaving pajamas for after his shower; it's the least he can do for his husband, considering the busy day they'd both had yesterday and whatever else the other man got up to while Sizhui's been sleeping.
By the time Vincenzo's come downstairs, he's finished his first half-glass and has started on a second, though is drinking slower this time, well-aware it wouldn't take much for him to become quite buzzed. Sizhui's attention directs his way, a small smile lifts his lips then he downcasts back to his own beverage.
His brow furrows, he wrinkles his nose, opens his mouth and hesitates, considering. He doesn't know for sure if he can handle it, as it's something he's never experienced before, but he does certainly know: “Truthfully, I'm inexperienced.” Ever-so-slightly, his neck cranes toward Vincenzo, those large eyes meet him over the wineglass and he sighs. “But that doesn't mean I can't try my absolute best to help you and that's what I'd like to do.”
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He steps into the shower and leans against the tiled wall, hissing a little at how cold it is.
"I can wash myself, Sizhui," he gently tells him. "I wouldn't want you to see what lies beneath the dirt and grime on me."
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A blink then another, Sizhui absently tilts his head and can't help grinning again as his own playful retort comes, “See what, skin? How scandalous,” he teases, dismissively waving his hand at even the thought of something so ridiculous. “Truly, I do not mind helping, but if you insist...” Well, he can't very well argue forever.
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He can't help but give a soft huff of amusement at how easily Sizhui brushes off what he might see. So Sizhui may be stronger than he looks. Vincenzo reaches up to take his chin in a soft grip, analyzing his bride.
"I insist," he says quietly, "I'd rather you see it when the reason isn't because I may not be able to bathe myself."
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“Okay,” comes in quiet acceptance, although color rises high on his cheeks following the other remark. “Perhaps later then, but I will wait outside nearby in case you need anything.”
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"Could you pour me a wine as well?" he asks.
He nods, making his decision.
"I want to know you better."
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After collecting clean clothes and leaving them outside the door for his husband, he pads back downstairs, gathers three wineglasses and two bottles (one red wine and the other white), fills two glasses with white and the remaining with red so Vincenzo can choose whatever he prefers. He, however, picks up a lighter-colored glass then settles into a seat beside the bar, waiting patiently, sipping real slow-like despite half-frazzled nerves telling him to do otherwise.
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Not likely that he would ever let important information slip from him. But it's sweet that Sizhui might think so. Vincenzo finishes his shower and keeps his grunts to himself as gingerly pulls on the expensive silk pajama pants. How sweet of Sizhui to leave them for him. Every thing a donna could be. Or at least the beginnings of a proper donna. He watches as Sizhui settles beside the bar, the moonlight and starlight catching him so handsomely. He walks up to the bar and takes the glass of red, swirling it a little.
"You truly believe you would be able to handle being la donna di casa for the Famiglia di Cassano?" he asks, looking at his bride over the rim of his wine glass. "I could send you back to your family's home, where it's safe. And you would only be my wife by name."
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By the time Vincenzo's come downstairs, he's finished his first half-glass and has started on a second, though is drinking slower this time, well-aware it wouldn't take much for him to become quite buzzed. Sizhui's attention directs his way, a small smile lifts his lips then he downcasts back to his own beverage.
His brow furrows, he wrinkles his nose, opens his mouth and hesitates, considering. He doesn't know for sure if he can handle it, as it's something he's never experienced before, but he does certainly know: “Truthfully, I'm inexperienced.” Ever-so-slightly, his neck cranes toward Vincenzo, those large eyes meet him over the wineglass and he sighs. “But that doesn't mean I can't try my absolute best to help you and that's what I'd like to do.”