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. )
[Well. Perhaps he should have seen that conclusion coming, after all — it speaks well to Yuri's own cleverness and capacity for observation, and perhaps serves as a charming critique of Dimitri's own deficiencies when it comes to carrying on a facade. Some might be angry to have their deception called out so plainly; for his own part, Dimitri can't help but chuckle under his breath, sheepish in his concession to Yuri's point.]
My friends tell me often that I am an open book, with no aptitude for deception. They're insufferable when they're right.
[And yet something in him seems to have relaxed, in the wake of Yuri's conclusion — as though he's released some subconscious tension in himself, now that he doesn't have to try to stay one step ahead of his own excuses anymore. A veil seems to lift, and the Dimitri who twirls Yuri out and back again is a little more himself than he'd been before.]
Do you...know who I am, then? What I mean is — I'm only wondering if you've already guessed, clever as you are. Not because I'm seeking to impose anything upon you. Quite the contrary, I've enjoyed being Alexandre quite a bit.
[He pauses, then grins, lazy and warm.]
Well, I've enjoyed it when I've not been poked from all sides by the insistent spears of your questions, picking apart my every word. I've never been interrogated in such a manner; it was really quite unnerving. And refreshing.
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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. )
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[Well. Perhaps he should have seen that conclusion coming, after all — it speaks well to Yuri's own cleverness and capacity for observation, and perhaps serves as a charming critique of Dimitri's own deficiencies when it comes to carrying on a facade. Some might be angry to have their deception called out so plainly; for his own part, Dimitri can't help but chuckle under his breath, sheepish in his concession to Yuri's point.]
My friends tell me often that I am an open book, with no aptitude for deception. They're insufferable when they're right.
[And yet something in him seems to have relaxed, in the wake of Yuri's conclusion — as though he's released some subconscious tension in himself, now that he doesn't have to try to stay one step ahead of his own excuses anymore. A veil seems to lift, and the Dimitri who twirls Yuri out and back again is a little more himself than he'd been before.]
Do you...know who I am, then? What I mean is — I'm only wondering if you've already guessed, clever as you are. Not because I'm seeking to impose anything upon you. Quite the contrary, I've enjoyed being Alexandre quite a bit.
[He pauses, then grins, lazy and warm.]
Well, I've enjoyed it when I've not been poked from all sides by the insistent spears of your questions, picking apart my every word. I've never been interrogated in such a manner; it was really quite unnerving. And refreshing.