[ It makes him laugh. It's strange that Jim is both someone who seems like a good guy and someone Crais isn't... uncomfortable with. Maybe it's the lack of manners in play right now.
He leans back against a table with an assortment of technical equipment. ]
Oh? Will you be asking me to drop my pants, helping me with that, or just making guesses based on how they fit?
[ There's a lot there to appreciate - view, ease of dropping to his knees, cocky expression - but Crais probably appreciates that it was phrased as a question most. Yeah, yeah that was one of the options he mentioned and telling him wasn't but--
it says good things about the guy.
He laughs quietly and does get his hands in there to make getting his pants down easier, and more efficient, then gets them out of the way slide one through Jim's hair, just because it's there. ]
I shouldn't like you. I do anyway. Don't tell anyone.
[ Jim shoots Crais a wink, looking for a moment terribly pleased with himself, and then he's focusing on what Crais is giving him by dropping his pants, the view and reaching out to run a hand over Crais' thigh, smoothing away any material from undergarments that might be in the way. ]
Why shouldn't you like me? Everyone likes me.
[ That much is clearly false. But it doesn't bother Jim. ]
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[ His tone is mostly playful, but he's still telling the truth. His tone gets more playful and less self-depreciating when he delivers as promised: ]
I'd like to claim my alien dick is half as interesting as most of the models. It's not. You're welcome to look it over, anyway.
[ It is. absolutely. just play. Teasing, even.]
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I do think I should take a look for myself. Make my own assessment on the merits of your dick.
[ Jim closes the distance between them, cocky but he runs his hand over Crais' side, a test of sorts. ]
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He leans back against a table with an assortment of technical equipment. ]
Oh? Will you be asking me to drop my pants, helping me with that, or just making guesses based on how they fit?
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[ Jim shifts in a languid manner, and then he's dropping to his knees in front of Crais. His expression is all cocky. ]
Can you drop your pants?
[ He's already reaching out to help. ]
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it says good things about the guy.
He laughs quietly and does get his hands in there to make getting his pants down easier, and more efficient, then gets them out of the way slide one through Jim's hair, just because it's there. ]
I shouldn't like you. I do anyway. Don't tell anyone.
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Why shouldn't you like me? Everyone likes me.
[ That much is clearly false. But it doesn't bother Jim. ]