"Bellissim'," he mutters. If he were less set upon the boy, he'd be happy to take her home now. If he'd even get that far. The wind picks up a bit, gulls are screeching, and Cesare shrinks into the collar of his light jacket. Purses his lips, waits for that name. "Jonathan," the boy says reluctantly. He must be wondering why he is so much as talking to them. Why he tells them their name. They are not the kind of elderly, tooth-smacking babblers, loneliness overriding decorum, the kind of old women who'll tell you thir entire life when you make the mistake of catching their eye.
"Jonathan," Cesare replies sweetly. "English names sound lovely. It suits you. If you don't mind me saying so." He nods reassuringly. The quick, curt you may leave whenever you wish kind of nod. He sometimes forgets how feudal it looks. But he wants to have the boy, and to have him, he must convince him that he's a free agent, and Jonathan himself the seducer, not the seduced.
Leaning towards Isabel, he widens his eyes in mock-conspiracy. "People-watching, madonna. Ah, I'd rather watch you."
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Date: 2008-10-29 08:15 pm (UTC)The wind picks up a bit, gulls are screeching, and Cesare shrinks into the collar of his light jacket. Purses his lips, waits for that name. "Jonathan," the boy says reluctantly. He must be wondering why he is so much as talking to them. Why he tells them their name. They are not the kind of elderly, tooth-smacking babblers, loneliness overriding decorum, the kind of old women who'll tell you thir entire life when you make the mistake of catching their eye.
"Jonathan," Cesare replies sweetly. "English names sound lovely. It suits you. If you don't mind me saying so." He nods reassuringly. The quick, curt you may leave whenever you wish kind of nod. He sometimes forgets how feudal it looks. But he wants to have the boy, and to have him, he must convince him that he's a free agent, and Jonathan himself the seducer, not the seduced.
Leaning towards Isabel, he widens his eyes in mock-conspiracy. "People-watching, madonna. Ah, I'd rather watch you."