[He doesn't need to be told twice, taking his fork and picking into the meal that Ferran has so generously cooked for him. Hans eats with all the expected manners of a prince, slowly, and wiping his mouth when needed. At times, he gazes over at the lake with a quiet expression, but there's something almost peaceful about him, nearly content. It's not an entirely common sight and one that Hans doesn't really notice that he's displaying.
Guess it's easy to get lost in that feeling when you're enjoying the sights and food.
After a few minutes of companionable silence, with Hans still working on his meal, he looks at his partner with a slight smirk, finally breaking that earlier sereneness.]
...Tell me, Ferran, have you dated before? [He's not asking out of jealousy, really, just curiosity.]
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Guess it's easy to get lost in that feeling when you're enjoying the sights and food.
After a few minutes of companionable silence, with Hans still working on his meal, he looks at his partner with a slight smirk, finally breaking that earlier sereneness.]
...Tell me, Ferran, have you dated before? [He's not asking out of jealousy, really, just curiosity.]