Not exactly — but I'll tease you for claiming to be a "common soldier".
( Yuri replies, amusement sitting on the bow of his lips as he looks Alexandre in the face. He's known commons soldiers in all sorts of different ways, and not one of them has ever been as evidently wealthy, polished, precise, or good at dancing as the man in whose arms he's currently held. Shaking his head just the once, Yuri lets their palms slide together just briefly as they continue to turn around the balcony: )
I know you're lying to me, Alexandre. There's nothing about you that isn't a little suspicious ... but the dancing?
( He chuckles softly, his expression as warm as it is shrewd. )
Talk about the last straw.
( Yuri gives his hand a gentle squeeze. )
But, I'm willing to look the other way if that's what you need. If you've gotta keep being "Alexandre the soldier", then I can work with that. It's not like ... I mean, this is just a dance, right?
( Right? Never mind how good it felt to have his hand kissed, or his wishes respected, or to feel the momentary press of their bodies as Alexandre pulled him in to that quarter-turn. )
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Not exactly — but I'll tease you for claiming to be a "common soldier".
( Yuri replies, amusement sitting on the bow of his lips as he looks Alexandre in the face. He's known commons soldiers in all sorts of different ways, and not one of them has ever been as evidently wealthy, polished, precise, or good at dancing as the man in whose arms he's currently held. Shaking his head just the once, Yuri lets their palms slide together just briefly as they continue to turn around the balcony: )
I know you're lying to me, Alexandre. There's nothing about you that isn't a little suspicious ... but the dancing?
( He chuckles softly, his expression as warm as it is shrewd. )
Talk about the last straw.
( Yuri gives his hand a gentle squeeze. )
But, I'm willing to look the other way if that's what you need. If you've gotta keep being "Alexandre the soldier", then I can work with that. It's not like ... I mean, this is just a dance, right?
( Right? Never mind how good it felt to have his hand kissed, or his wishes respected, or to feel the momentary press of their bodies as Alexandre pulled him in to that quarter-turn. )