[ he says low, like the thought of being predictable was insulting. but he doesn't move, no, doesn't move a damn inch, just keeps his gaze there close and intimate, so very focused. and then it drops and when it does, his hand is rising easy to straighten silva's lapels, fingers curling into the fabric to pull him even closer as he tilts, cheeks brushing just a scant second as he speaks against his ear like it's a dirty little secret just for the pair of them. ]
Maybe somewhere more private?
[ remove the threat, isolate, act alone. it's something that was pounded into his head from day one and he's not too unaware to know that silva may know exactly what he's doing because he was taught the same. ]
no subject
[ he says low, like the thought of being predictable was insulting. but he doesn't move, no, doesn't move a damn inch, just keeps his gaze there close and intimate, so very focused. and then it drops and when it does, his hand is rising easy to straighten silva's lapels, fingers curling into the fabric to pull him even closer as he tilts, cheeks brushing just a scant second as he speaks against his ear like it's a dirty little secret just for the pair of them. ]
Maybe somewhere more private?
[ remove the threat, isolate, act alone. it's something that was pounded into his head from day one and he's not too unaware to know that silva may know exactly what he's doing because he was taught the same. ]