[He's been coiled too tense for too long not to know when someone else comes into a room he's in—it isn't even any metahuman ability, just old-fashioned paranoia—but with an effort, he keeps his eyes on the book and his face expressionless until she's standing over him, stripped almost bare, like he's accidentally fallen asleep and is about to have a truly excellent wet dream.
Now he does lift his eyes, rakes them over her, and yes, he actually takes the time to mark his place in the book before closing it and setting it on the table next to the glass.
The glasses go next, slipped off as he's looking up at her, set carefully on the book, and then he spreads his arms along the back of the couch. There's a heat in his eyes now, since his very feeble attempt to claim they shouldn't do this. But Gwen wants to be his bad idea. And she's doing solid work.]
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Now he does lift his eyes, rakes them over her, and yes, he actually takes the time to mark his place in the book before closing it and setting it on the table next to the glass.
The glasses go next, slipped off as he's looking up at her, set carefully on the book, and then he spreads his arms along the back of the couch. There's a heat in his eyes now, since his very feeble attempt to claim they shouldn't do this. But Gwen wants to be his bad idea. And she's doing solid work.]
Hello, bad idea.