Feeling inadequate? Worry not, your compliments will serve just as well.
[He certainly were more outwardly affected by these things, wasn't he? Quite the difference from himself, but he didn't find it a problem. At the notion that his compliments were better, he has nothing to say. Truly that hardly matters so long as it allows them to progress.
Though, being called Your Majesty is a little odd in how natural it feels. Knowing he is a king does not make him feel like he is one, though he also doesn't seem to feel much regardless. Maybe that has nothing to do with his lack of kingly context.
Something to contemplate later.
Journeying to their last point is simple enough, knowing well the answers certainly speeds things up. As such, when they are in the room once more, and Cid addresses him about his lines...he realizes what had truly ruined their first attempt: the broken eye contact. Which is why Barnabas wordlessly stalks forward, his expression intensely focused as he grabs Cid by the side of the head with both of his hands to keep him focused and looking at him.]
That I do. Do you?
[That certainly sounds like a challenge, but he doesn't allow him to answer before he begins:]
You cut a handsome figure, your slender waist complements your impressively broad shoulders. You are possessed of a soothing voice rich in its depth, and you bear a roguish charmβthough what towers above all is your intelligent and inquisitive mind.
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[He certainly were more outwardly affected by these things, wasn't he? Quite the difference from himself, but he didn't find it a problem. At the notion that his compliments were better, he has nothing to say. Truly that hardly matters so long as it allows them to progress.
Though, being called Your Majesty is a little odd in how natural it feels. Knowing he is a king does not make him feel like he is one, though he also doesn't seem to feel much regardless. Maybe that has nothing to do with his lack of kingly context.
Something to contemplate later.
Journeying to their last point is simple enough, knowing well the answers certainly speeds things up. As such, when they are in the room once more, and Cid addresses him about his lines...he realizes what had truly ruined their first attempt: the broken eye contact. Which is why Barnabas wordlessly stalks forward, his expression intensely focused as he grabs Cid by the side of the head with both of his hands to keep him focused and looking at him.]
That I do. Do you?
[That certainly sounds like a challenge, but he doesn't allow him to answer before he begins:]
You cut a handsome figure, your slender waist complements your impressively broad shoulders. You are possessed of a soothing voice rich in its depth, and you bear a roguish charmβthough what towers above all is your intelligent and inquisitive mind.