[That went well. Jade's eyes lid again, the challenge fading away into a lazy sort of satisfaction, looking down at Ginoza with dilated pupils and just the beginnings of heat. He's still curious, of course, but he knows how to be respectful. One last lingering brush of his hand against where the pulse would be, in a non-synthetic limb, and Jade leaves it alone for now. His fingers curl in the bedsheets (flimsy, scratchy, nothing so satisfying as the touch of metal) instead.
In response to Ginoza's unvoiced question, he inclines his head slightly.]
Please. [It isn't a plea. Jade never begs. He is perfectly composed even through the anticipation that hums in his blood; his poise makes it clear that he's giving permission, not making a request. Perhaps it's a minor distinction, but Jade finds enjoyment in subtleties.] Go ahead.
no subject
In response to Ginoza's unvoiced question, he inclines his head slightly.]
Please. [It isn't a plea. Jade never begs. He is perfectly composed even through the anticipation that hums in his blood; his poise makes it clear that he's giving permission, not making a request. Perhaps it's a minor distinction, but Jade finds enjoyment in subtleties.] Go ahead.