His eyebrows raised a little. Squalo changes his position and it's a precarious one. Xanxus could easily reach forward and upset it. He could shove Squalo and laugh at him as he falls off the desk or he could pull forward and have the swordsman spill into his lap. He does neither at the moment though the fingers of his free hand are tapping against the arm of his chair as if deciding which would be better.
It stills when he feels the press of Squalo's hand. He knows that hand is strong enough to crush a man's skull. Why wouldn't it be. Why get a nice mechanical prosthetic made and not get all the bells and whistles attached. He doesn't fear that hand because it is one he controls as surely as the man who wears it.
What gives him pause is the press of lips against his forehead. Xanxus is not used to gentleness of any sort. That is just not how they are. It's an indulgence that he only allows very rarely and only Squalo can get away with it. Anyone else would have an X-Gun to the face and the trigger pulled the second they tried it.
He still can't help but sneer at the too fond gesture. "I didn't order any dessert." He states, leaning back a little to stare at the man perched in front of him. "Going soft if your old age, trash? Keep that up and I'll have to replace you." Only that was never going to happen. Others may come and go, but he'd sooner lose his own right arm than to lose Squalo as a subordinate.
He actually does laugh though. Because he knows, yeah. Squalo can be really loud about losing, so him actually winning, ears would bleed a continent away. "Then I suppose I'll be doing the world a favor by beating your sorry ass and showing you just how it's done." He is actually smiling. A true smile. He is truly amused and actually looking forward to such a mission, even if it will be below them both.
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It stills when he feels the press of Squalo's hand. He knows that hand is strong enough to crush a man's skull. Why wouldn't it be. Why get a nice mechanical prosthetic made and not get all the bells and whistles attached. He doesn't fear that hand because it is one he controls as surely as the man who wears it.
What gives him pause is the press of lips against his forehead. Xanxus is not used to gentleness of any sort. That is just not how they are. It's an indulgence that he only allows very rarely and only Squalo can get away with it. Anyone else would have an X-Gun to the face and the trigger pulled the second they tried it.
He still can't help but sneer at the too fond gesture. "I didn't order any dessert." He states, leaning back a little to stare at the man perched in front of him. "Going soft if your old age, trash? Keep that up and I'll have to replace you." Only that was never going to happen. Others may come and go, but he'd sooner lose his own right arm than to lose Squalo as a subordinate.
He actually does laugh though. Because he knows, yeah. Squalo can be really loud about losing, so him actually winning, ears would bleed a continent away. "Then I suppose I'll be doing the world a favor by beating your sorry ass and showing you just how it's done." He is actually smiling. A true smile. He is truly amused and actually looking forward to such a mission, even if it will be below them both.