Everyone was capable of anything. Asriel had learned this at a young age. His parents had been excellent teachers. While their actions hadn't always been directed towards him, watching how they interacted and dealt with others was eye-opening. Asriel would say that he was a fast learner and for many things, he was. But he was also stubborn. His issues with authority and those in power stemmed from those experiences. They'd helped him survive this far. If it came to saving his own skin over someone else's, he would pick his own every time. Because no one else would.
Although there were a few souls that he might risk his neck for. Mobius was slowly becoming one of them.
"Are you saying you're married to your work?" Asriel teased him with a coy smile. "I suppose that would make me the mistress." It was too bad that Mobius didn't know his history with Marisa. But it was only meant in jest. A partially serious but playful jest.
Mobius was handsome. Even a blind man would be able to see that. Asriel wasn't usually attracted to men but only for the reason that he had tucked that part of himself away, behind tall and thorn-covered walls. When the thing that we want the most causes the most pain, sometimes hiding away from it was the only answer. It wasn't as though Asriel was looking for something. Not something he was willing to admit to. And if it was only the other man's looks that he was into, perhaps he would have been more bold. But there was a softness to Mobius that made him think twice. Maybe there was something here.
Or that was the scotch talking. There was only one way to find out for sure, wasn't there?
"The trick is to pretend like you know," Asriel waved to himself as if to imply he too was out of his element. "It's been awhile for me as well, if that helps. And I think you succeeded in charming me first." But there was the question. Where did they take the night from here? Mobius had outright said he wasn't looking to cut the evening short. And honestly, Asriel was curious to see how close he could get to that mustache. Something he wouldn't dare try out in public. But in the privacy of his quarters? Most definitely. He finished his drink and waved to the bartender that they were done, leaving more money on the table for them to pick up.
"Then let's take this to my place. I have some biscuits I got from the bakery down the street. I'll let you have at least one before I try stealing your lips for something else," Asriel finished with a saucy wink.