[ He nods a "thank you" as Yingxing slides the beer across to him, taking—well, just a small sip for now. Surprisingly, though, the bitter taste contrasts the richness of the curry quite well, and in a way he feels like it only makes him hungrier. Without a word on the subject, he continues to clear his plate, the meaty curry both warming and comforting him as well as restoring his hunger.
To the compliment, he looks up with a wry smile, something amused written into the depths of his eyes. ]
Maybe I'll ask, then.
[ His head tilts, and it's probably obvious to the other man that he already is asking. He quite likes the idea of being comforted by the other's scent constantly around him anyway. ]
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To the compliment, he looks up with a wry smile, something amused written into the depths of his eyes. ]
Maybe I'll ask, then.
[ His head tilts, and it's probably obvious to the other man that he already is asking. He quite likes the idea of being comforted by the other's scent constantly around him anyway. ]