Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c. & dietre a.
Hugh didn't answer for a minute as a scene shifted between one of his favorites reminding him that someday he wanted to do a voice over for a film like this. Not that people did this sort of animation much, it was all computer animated - but same point, really. Probably something he'd have to go to California for. This led to another ramble of thoughts about his career, and whether he could do what he wanted here, or if he was keeping himself from what he could be by not going to New York or LA. But that wasn't something he'd solve tonight.
"See, there's something sweet," he told Dietre with a bit of a smirk, shifting his head so that he could sort of glance up at him, but not so much that he was moving out from underneath the warmth of Dietre's arm around him, which...
Hugh was a long ways from innocent. What he generally was very easily was incredibly physical, and in the past, he'd slid between friendship and sex easily and without much consideration one way or another because he'd never been interested in a relationship, and because he'd always been pretty clear on that point it had never been an issue. Except for when it had become one, because maybe it had been inevitable that it would be eventually. Recently, he'd been unwilling to make any relationship physical, and truth be told, he might be flirty as fuck with a guy, but he had rarely initiated with one... And Dietre didn't really seem like the initiating type. But there was something solid and comforting about the way his arm had shifted around Hugh and Hugh didn't want to move because he didn't want Dietre to shift either. And Hugh had sworn he wasn't going to overthink anything for the rest of the evening, and it was a little hard to do so with a dancing candelabra and a slightly tipsy brain anyway, but also -- he would repeat this evening, maybe even he wanted to repeat this evening. And possibilities, what if's that he'd more or less dismissed any interest in, presented themselves as plain as anything, and Hugh found himself entertaining them.
"I'll take your challenge," he told Dietre, his voice warm and content and a little sleepy. "I know so many movies, there's not just one, there's multiple, I promise you. And -" he half raised a finger, but not too much, because Dietre might move " - you know part of the reason that I like the stage version is that the Beast gets to sing, and he has more depth and he's more likable. Actually true for the live action version too."