[Now that he has his own meal, Sitron decides that it's best to leave the two idiots alone. He'll be fine just chewing on his vegetables and watching the cheesy drama unfold.]
Well, thank you, Ferran. It means a lot that you went through such effort for me.
[It's the polite thing to say, an expected response, but Hans doesn't find himself truly forcing such words. He's still not sure where 'pretending to be a good boyfriend' and 'actually enjoying this' begins and ends, but the prince isn't going to really think about it. Probably best to enjoy what's in front of him, and so he smiles upward at Ferran with a gracious smile when he pours him some water.]
[It's probably best if Sitron doesn't bother with them too much... unless he wants to share the hot gossip with the other animals around town or something.
The chuckle that comes through Ferran's grin is clearly pleased; though he still doesn't know when Hans is being completely genuine or just playing his part, the promise of a reward is something he can always appreciate. He puts the pitcher down, moving towards the tea pot.]
You can give me a kiss whenever you want—but I was just about to ask you something similar.
[He rubs the back of his neck, a little self conscious. Getting things for Hans, cooking for him, teasing him... they're all well and good, but he's done something a little different today, too.]
I made you something, aside from the food. Do you want it before or after we eat?
[He raises a hand up to cup Ferran's cheek, an almost fond looking smile forming on his face, even if the prince would say that it's his usual amused one. Can anyone differentiate his expressions from one another? Hans doesn't think about it too much, just focusing on Ferran's own reactions, how he almost looks self conscious about this. It's cute.
The prince wouldn't mind giving him one small kiss before they begin eating.]
I'll have it after we eat. Keep me in suspense.
[He enjoys that feeling every so often. Hans doesn't mind it most of the time when it comes to Ferran.]
[Ferran takes what he gets in terms of Hans's reactions; however fake the prince has been in the past, he knows at the very least that he does want to be here. With Ferran, he has little reason to feign interest where there is none, so in turn he gives his own genuine reactions, leaning into the touch.
The kiss helps, too.]
Something extra to look forward to, I hope.
[He pulls away after that, setting everything in its proper place on the table and serving the main meal from the side tray. It's more of a spread than he's made for Hans before, just in terms of variety: a pot pie to warm up the cool evening, a couple of Hans's favorite sides and a couple of different vegetables, roasted and seasoned the way Hans likes.]
[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.]
[Ferran also takes the opportunity to enjoy his own work as well as the company and the view—while he primarily sorted everything out for Hans's sake, he won't deny himself the reward as well, and his eyes are on Hans and the lake as often as his food. His manners might not be quite as impeccable as the prince's, but that doesn't mean he doesn't strive for his own level of proper politeness.
He finishes a sip of his water before answering, but there's an obvious level of ease in his response—he's happy to be here, to do all this, and just as happy to answer the question.]
Sure, a few times. I guess you could say it's been good practice.
[He'll be so wounded if Ferran says otherwise... Hans's smile turns into a familiar smirk, always in the mood for teasing others, especially Ferran. At least his jabs are more on the lighthearted side, compared to actually trying to harm someone now. Honestly, those sort of thoughts haven't entered his mind, not recently. At his point, he's not sure what he would betray Ferran or the others over.]
Or do I have to bribe you with a few more kisses by the end?
[Ferran lets out a chuckle in response, turning the teasing back to Hans like it's just a natural part of the conversation.]
Are you the jealous type? [He puts his glass down, leaning forward with his elbows on the table just to watch the prince's expression.] I'm not above taking a bribe, but I can't promise I'll give you a number... I don't usually kiss and tell, you know.
[Hans is definitely the jealous type and he's not quite sure if he should admit it or not, so for now, the prince just answers Ferran's question with a small twitch of his smirk, not confirming or denying anything.]
Sounds like I'll have to be very convincing. [He can make a game out of this, why not? Besides, Hans is a little curious to know.] And don't doubt that I have my own means ensuring the answer that I want.
[It's easy enough to see that twitch even in the dim light with how closely Ferran is watching, and he can't say it would be a surprise if his guess was right on that end. Hans doesn't have to say it for him to get that answer... at least, eventually.]
Oh, really? I'm looking forward to seeing those means. [He sits back again, seeming relaxed despite, or maybe because of, the pseudo-threat.]
Hopefully all the work I put into tonight gives you a good idea of what I think, though.
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Well, thank you, Ferran. It means a lot that you went through such effort for me.
[It's the polite thing to say, an expected response, but Hans doesn't find himself truly forcing such words. He's still not sure where 'pretending to be a good boyfriend' and 'actually enjoying this' begins and ends, but the prince isn't going to really think about it. Probably best to enjoy what's in front of him, and so he smiles upward at Ferran with a gracious smile when he pours him some water.]
Would you like a kiss now or later?
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The chuckle that comes through Ferran's grin is clearly pleased; though he still doesn't know when Hans is being completely genuine or just playing his part, the promise of a reward is something he can always appreciate. He puts the pitcher down, moving towards the tea pot.]
You can give me a kiss whenever you want—but I was just about to ask you something similar.
[He rubs the back of his neck, a little self conscious. Getting things for Hans, cooking for him, teasing him... they're all well and good, but he's done something a little different today, too.]
I made you something, aside from the food. Do you want it before or after we eat?
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The prince wouldn't mind giving him one small kiss before they begin eating.]
I'll have it after we eat. Keep me in suspense.
[He enjoys that feeling every so often. Hans doesn't mind it most of the time when it comes to Ferran.]
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The kiss helps, too.]
Something extra to look forward to, I hope.
[He pulls away after that, setting everything in its proper place on the table and serving the main meal from the side tray. It's more of a spread than he's made for Hans before, just in terms of variety: a pot pie to warm up the cool evening, a couple of Hans's favorite sides and a couple of different vegetables, roasted and seasoned the way Hans likes.]
Enjoy.
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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.]
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He finishes a sip of his water before answering, but there's an obvious level of ease in his response—he's happy to be here, to do all this, and just as happy to answer the question.]
Sure, a few times. I guess you could say it's been good practice.
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[He'll be so wounded if Ferran says otherwise... Hans's smile turns into a familiar smirk, always in the mood for teasing others, especially Ferran. At least his jabs are more on the lighthearted side, compared to actually trying to harm someone now. Honestly, those sort of thoughts haven't entered his mind, not recently. At his point, he's not sure what he would betray Ferran or the others over.]
Or do I have to bribe you with a few more kisses by the end?
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Are you the jealous type? [He puts his glass down, leaning forward with his elbows on the table just to watch the prince's expression.] I'm not above taking a bribe, but I can't promise I'll give you a number... I don't usually kiss and tell, you know.
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Sounds like I'll have to be very convincing. [He can make a game out of this, why not? Besides, Hans is a little curious to know.] And don't doubt that I have my own means ensuring the answer that I want.
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Oh, really? I'm looking forward to seeing those means. [He sits back again, seeming relaxed despite, or maybe because of, the pseudo-threat.]
Hopefully all the work I put into tonight gives you a good idea of what I think, though.