[He can see that there's something here between them, something that's started to become a familiar pattern between the two of them. Something that they seem to be surprisingly open about sharing. Asra's gaze rests on Cain for a long moment, measuring and hard, looking for any sign that there's more here that he's missing. He can't miss how the other man's expression is slightly flushed now as well, and he keeps watching for a long moment as he takes a sip of his tea and sets the cup and Faust down.
Then, in a surprisingly quick motion, he crosses to Julian and reaches down to catch the doctor's chin in a firm grasp. Tips his head up to meet his gaze and search Julian's face as well, his own expression utterly unreadable.
When Asra does speak, his voice is low velvet, pitched so both men can hear it but intended purely for Julian's ears.]
Tell me, Ilya, what is it that you desire right now. Convince me of it.
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[He can see that there's something here between them, something that's started to become a familiar pattern between the two of them. Something that they seem to be surprisingly open about sharing. Asra's gaze rests on Cain for a long moment, measuring and hard, looking for any sign that there's more here that he's missing. He can't miss how the other man's expression is slightly flushed now as well, and he keeps watching for a long moment as he takes a sip of his tea and sets the cup and Faust down.
Then, in a surprisingly quick motion, he crosses to Julian and reaches down to catch the doctor's chin in a firm grasp. Tips his head up to meet his gaze and search Julian's face as well, his own expression utterly unreadable.
When Asra does speak, his voice is low velvet, pitched so both men can hear it but intended purely for Julian's ears.]
Tell me, Ilya, what is it that you desire right now. Convince me of it.
Or should I leave you two instead?