[ Again, his thumb runs along the edge of the cut, a little deeper than the one on his throat. Still, it should heal without even scarring, which should please Tony. He's aware the man prizes his looks, and for good reason.
For a moment his gaze shifts towards Tony's, locking in place. It's an odd thing, knowing that someone finally sees you. Usually its a look reserved for the last moments of a target who never saw him coming. This is...not quite that. ]
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For a moment his gaze shifts towards Tony's, locking in place. It's an odd thing, knowing that someone finally sees you. Usually its a look reserved for the last moments of a target who never saw him coming. This is...not quite that. ]
Good to know.
[ Quietly, before moving his hand away. ]
So. Food, or sleep?