[Barnabas does not move to pull his hand from Cid's, even as he more fully grasps it, clasping it between both hands. The contact is...well, it's fine. Nice, perhaps, but he does not feel particularly stirred about it in either direction.
Just two grown men, naked, holding hands, flirting. Whatever.
However, as Cidolfus makes it clear his interest (beyond what was already obvious), Barnabas is left pondering the paths set out before him. He is not put off by Cidolfus, and indeed what scarce memories he has draws him towards him, the force of which feels inexorable and inexplicable. His gaze breaks from Cid's own as he glances to the hand trailing up his arm, the pleasant sensation of those fingers against his hot skin lending itself towards one choice in particular.
There's some truth to Cid's words. They cannot speak on what they do not know, but there is familiarity to be garnered through action. Besides, would it not be advantageous to foster some measure of a bond with this man? To make an ally, and if this is to be the price, he is not opposed.]
Indeed, there is...
[With one of his hands, submerged under the water, he places it upon Cid's thigh, his large and rough hand squeezing and needing the muscle there as he tests the waters, so to speak. He does not directly pay mind to the arm encircling him, though he does take note of it. Perhaps it even encourages him to lean closer to Cid, bringing their faces within inches of each other.]
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Just two grown men, naked, holding hands, flirting. Whatever.
However, as Cidolfus makes it clear his interest (beyond what was already obvious), Barnabas is left pondering the paths set out before him. He is not put off by Cidolfus, and indeed what scarce memories he has draws him towards him, the force of which feels inexorable and inexplicable. His gaze breaks from Cid's own as he glances to the hand trailing up his arm, the pleasant sensation of those fingers against his hot skin lending itself towards one choice in particular.
There's some truth to Cid's words. They cannot speak on what they do not know, but there is familiarity to be garnered through action. Besides, would it not be advantageous to foster some measure of a bond with this man? To make an ally, and if this is to be the price, he is not opposed.]
Indeed, there is...
[With one of his hands, submerged under the water, he places it upon Cid's thigh, his large and rough hand squeezing and needing the muscle there as he tests the waters, so to speak. He does not directly pay mind to the arm encircling him, though he does take note of it. Perhaps it even encourages him to lean closer to Cid, bringing their faces within inches of each other.]
Come, then.