Either you kiss me, or we'll be stuck under this thing for an hour.
[He speaks evenly, as if explaining to a child. It hasn't escaped his notice that Ragnar is watching his lips; he's always been distinctly aware of his own good looks, more so than is good for him. He knows that look, and it's so very satisfying to see it on a man that he's interested in himself.
He moves a bit closer, taking another drag from his cigarette and breathing his smoke slowly into the man's face. By the time the action is done, their faces are meer inches apart and there's a spark of mischief in his eyes.]
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[He speaks evenly, as if explaining to a child. It hasn't escaped his notice that Ragnar is watching his lips; he's always been distinctly aware of his own good looks, more so than is good for him. He knows that look, and it's so very satisfying to see it on a man that he's interested in himself.
He moves a bit closer, taking another drag from his cigarette and breathing his smoke slowly into the man's face. By the time the action is done, their faces are meer inches apart and there's a spark of mischief in his eyes.]
So, what'll it be?