Experienced- well, no. He's too tightly wound for that kind of thing, although that tightly wound characteristic of his is mostly an intentional choice—so. Inexperienced, yes, but oblivious... He'd have to be blind and stupid to miss this cue.
"Oh," he says, and draws a blank. He hasn't reacted negatively, hasn't shoved Hisoka off or stuck needles dangerously close to his eyes or anything like that, but he hasn't moved at all, actually. Inexperienced.
But. Not particularly embarrassed about it, which is both his own demeanor and the alcohol reacting. He tilts his head slightly, as much an unspoken invitation and a suggestion that Hisoka make a point here, before Illumi decides it isn't worth the effort. Of course, what he bothers to say aloud is only, "That's it?"
A snort, moving to push up under Illumi's chin with a finger.
"'That's it'? How rude." Smiling, pulling back to sit up straight again, eyes on him. While the reaction was rather boring it was interesting enough to keep him amused. Illumi had a tendency to bat him away, usually when he got a little physical. Most of the time in a playful manner, of course, but this time it's a bit more and he didn't even lean away.
"I'm not sure if an answer like that means disinterest or apathy. And really, only one of those I can work with." Because he doubts there's any desire there on Illumi's part. Either he's in interested in it at all, or he doesn't care enough to fight it. Both kind of
eh.
But Hisoka's skin is heating and better Illumi than some weak stranger he'd meet anywhere near by.
Well, he isn't about to throw himself at anyone, half-bored alcohol-born willingness or not. That much is probably obvious, from someone as muted as Illumi is. He wonders if he can be convinced.
Maybe he can let himself be convinced, which might as well be the same thing. So, following Hisoka with his gaze,
"You haven't been clear on which part is the challenge." He reaches up to trail a hand through his own hair now, maybe fixing some imaginary mess Hisoka made of it, maybe just following the motion. "So, how should I pick my response?"
He doesn't imagine he would, no. Illumi simply isn't the type. Honestly he could only see him engaging in something like that with a woman and only later when he needs to continue his family line or something stupid like that. How boring. But he'd- like to make this not boring.
"Isn't anything you haven't tried a challenge? Besides, I'm interested in seeing if you could even keep up." Leans down, looking up at him with a near serpentine gaze, an alcohol induced flush on his cheeks.
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"Oh," he says, and draws a blank. He hasn't reacted negatively, hasn't shoved Hisoka off or stuck needles dangerously close to his eyes or anything like that, but he hasn't moved at all, actually. Inexperienced.
But. Not particularly embarrassed about it, which is both his own demeanor and the alcohol reacting. He tilts his head slightly, as much an unspoken invitation and a suggestion that Hisoka make a point here, before Illumi decides it isn't worth the effort. Of course, what he bothers to say aloud is only, "That's it?"
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"'That's it'? How rude." Smiling, pulling back to sit up straight again, eyes on him. While the reaction was rather boring it was interesting enough to keep him amused. Illumi had a tendency to bat him away, usually when he got a little physical. Most of the time in a playful manner, of course, but this time it's a bit more and he didn't even lean away.
"I'm not sure if an answer like that means disinterest or apathy. And really, only one of those I can work with." Because he doubts there's any desire there on Illumi's part. Either he's in interested in it at all, or he doesn't care enough to fight it. Both kind of
eh.
But Hisoka's skin is heating and better Illumi than some weak stranger he'd meet anywhere near by.
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Maybe he can let himself be convinced, which might as well be the same thing. So, following Hisoka with his gaze,
"You haven't been clear on which part is the challenge." He reaches up to trail a hand through his own hair now, maybe fixing some imaginary mess Hisoka made of it, maybe just following the motion. "So, how should I pick my response?"
Sell it to him. Any method works.
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"Isn't anything you haven't tried a challenge? Besides, I'm interested in seeing if you could even keep up." Leans down, looking up at him with a near serpentine gaze, an alcohol induced flush on his cheeks.
"Or if you even know how to keep up~"