"Hey!" Still seated on the floor but swiveling so that his folded arms rested on the cot as he looked up at Remus, Vrenille answered the younger man's awkwardness with a casual ease, bright eyes, and a warm smile. "Are you feeling better? You slept for a long time."
And Vrenille had been patient in that long time. He'd gotten some rest, though he hadn't slept soundly; he'd stretched his legs every now and then, sometimes sitting for a while in the chair in front of the little window, watching the weather on the moor; he'd tended the fire, gone out a couple times to gather more fuel, and kept the woodstove lit and burning; but mostly he'd sat on the floor by the cot, head leaning back against the edge of the covers, dozing and waiting for Remus to wake.
So now, when he did wake, Vrenille just looked genuinely happy to see him, not impatient but just eager. "I managed to get the stove going--I hope that's ok. I figured it'd help if it wasn't so cold in here. And there's still half of an omnomberry bar there, if you want it."
There was a tacit, but still very purposeful, kind of submissiveness that Vrenille was showing here, and the cues of his body language--the way he was sitting on the floor, eyes raised to look up at Remus--came with their own subtle hints too. (For some men, he very well knew, this alone would be enough to suggest the possibility of him on his knees for them. That wasn't what he was trying to imply to Remus, but if the seed of that idea just happened to be planted too...)
Vrenille needed Remus to like him--to care about him enough that he would see this through to the end. He needed Remus to see him as trustworthy, honest, loyal. This was what he had to barter in exchange for the help he needed, and he needed to sell the younger man on the deal, in spite of whatever reservations or suspicions he had.
no subject
And Vrenille had been patient in that long time. He'd gotten some rest, though he hadn't slept soundly; he'd stretched his legs every now and then, sometimes sitting for a while in the chair in front of the little window, watching the weather on the moor; he'd tended the fire, gone out a couple times to gather more fuel, and kept the woodstove lit and burning; but mostly he'd sat on the floor by the cot, head leaning back against the edge of the covers, dozing and waiting for Remus to wake.
So now, when he did wake, Vrenille just looked genuinely happy to see him, not impatient but just eager. "I managed to get the stove going--I hope that's ok. I figured it'd help if it wasn't so cold in here. And there's still half of an omnomberry bar there, if you want it."
There was a tacit, but still very purposeful, kind of submissiveness that Vrenille was showing here, and the cues of his body language--the way he was sitting on the floor, eyes raised to look up at Remus--came with their own subtle hints too. (For some men, he very well knew, this alone would be enough to suggest the possibility of him on his knees for them. That wasn't what he was trying to imply to Remus, but if the seed of that idea just happened to be planted too...)
Vrenille needed Remus to like him--to care about him enough that he would see this through to the end. He needed Remus to see him as trustworthy, honest, loyal. This was what he had to barter in exchange for the help he needed, and he needed to sell the younger man on the deal, in spite of whatever reservations or suspicions he had.