[Yes, yes, yes; he visibly thrives beneath the attention and praise, expression softening into something almost rapturous as his face is held in such a way that affords him Yuri's full and complete attention. The words, in and of themselves, are just words — things that would be nothing but empty vessels without the indulgent adoration filling them in.
They're more alike, the two of them, than perhaps most people realize. Both of them are masters of realms that, on their face, might seem hostile to the humans that reside among and around them. And yet Yuri doesn't relish his duty of processing the dead, and certainly never grows greedy about increasing his share.
Dima is the same way. He has his affection for humanity, in his own feral way. Loving them is part of the reason he never sought to claim them for himself in the first place.
But he smiles, all glistening teeth, and runs his tongue over his bottom lip in a stroke too deliberate to be coincidental.]
Do I get to choose my own reward?
[He gets to stay. That's reward in itself, but what would be the point if he didn't press his luck as far as he could stretch it?]
Perhaps I could render you even more...pleased with me.
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They're more alike, the two of them, than perhaps most people realize. Both of them are masters of realms that, on their face, might seem hostile to the humans that reside among and around them. And yet Yuri doesn't relish his duty of processing the dead, and certainly never grows greedy about increasing his share.
Dima is the same way. He has his affection for humanity, in his own feral way. Loving them is part of the reason he never sought to claim them for himself in the first place.
But he smiles, all glistening teeth, and runs his tongue over his bottom lip in a stroke too deliberate to be coincidental.]
Do I get to choose my own reward?
[He gets to stay. That's reward in itself, but what would be the point if he didn't press his luck as far as he could stretch it?]
Perhaps I could render you even more...pleased with me.