Then my MP3 player proceeded to play The Dark Crow Smiles and we were screwed. 2/2
[ So what to do in the face of the unexpected just when you were sure you had the upper hand? You fake it, of course. You fake it beautifully.
And hope to hell you didn't show a single chink in that normally impenetrable armor. ]
...Have you...? Have you really?
[ And it's his turn to lean forward, capturing the crow's chin in a slight grip to pin him in place. His own motions are mimicked, mocking, just as much of a threat and tease as Sebastian's own. Lips draw close against the other's as words are whispered with the barest hint of acid to them. Just enough sting as the same ghost of a kiss is mimicked. ]
If that was the case, then tell me... why did you seem so desperate to find him...?
[ Then a shove before any such kiss could be delivered. Not a single shift in his attitude is noted save for the smallest hint of triumph in those golden eyes.
And perhaps the lightest increase in his pulse felt by only the most attune to such things. ]