[ Flock of doves, hmm, he will have to seriously consider that for next time. Though he rather likes the reception that he gets this time, the confused look on Jiwoo's face and the way the demon can feel the tremor of attraction that shoots through the Grim. Rook isn't stupid, he knows he looks good in the suit, and the fact that he has actually styled his hair and added the barest hint of makeup to his face to pull it all together. Nothing too fancy (he thought about gold on his lids but didn't want to send Jiwoo into a panic), and nothing that went beyond the usual standards, but enough.
When his flirtatious greeting (barely really) turned into a handshake, Rook laughs quietly and bows slightly, eyes flickering around the hall. The demon is more than aware of those who are watching, but really he considers that just one more way to tease Jiwoo.]
Excellent, friend. Would not want to disappoint you, after all.
[ The words are spoken softly, the warmth of Rook's thumb present as he lets it linger against the pulse of Jiwoo's wrist before letting their hands drop. There is only the slightest beat of his influence against Jiwoo's skin, enough to tease but not torment, before he steps back, all perfect posture and elegance while he waits.
It isn't until he tips his head to the side, ringers tugging at the collar of his shirt absently, that Jiwoo might see the flash of gold. But that is something they will talk about later. After, ah, finding quarters.]
How kind of you to set up quarters for me, despite knowing I need little rest. [ A wicked smirk as he steps behind the grim, ready to follow him. ] Might I also receive a personal tour of this place? It seems... large. Full of shadows and corners. How interesting.
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When his flirtatious greeting (barely really) turned into a handshake, Rook laughs quietly and bows slightly, eyes flickering around the hall. The demon is more than aware of those who are watching, but really he considers that just one more way to tease Jiwoo.]
Excellent, friend. Would not want to disappoint you, after all.
[ The words are spoken softly, the warmth of Rook's thumb present as he lets it linger against the pulse of Jiwoo's wrist before letting their hands drop. There is only the slightest beat of his influence against Jiwoo's skin, enough to tease but not torment, before he steps back, all perfect posture and elegance while he waits.
It isn't until he tips his head to the side, ringers tugging at the collar of his shirt absently, that Jiwoo might see the flash of gold. But that is something they will talk about later. After, ah, finding quarters.]
How kind of you to set up quarters for me, despite knowing I need little rest. [ A wicked smirk as he steps behind the grim, ready to follow him. ] Might I also receive a personal tour of this place? It seems... large. Full of shadows and corners. How interesting.