“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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"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.”