[ Caliban smirks softly at that cute, adorable blush on Reggie's face and he simply gives the others hand a squeeze. It's one of those things that feel natural- easy- between them.
And he's just as happy that the other still wants to keep him in his orbit in such a big a way as inviting him to bring into his business in a big way as this. Caliban's eyes soften as the other leans closer into that touch and his hand smooths down to cup the others neck.
He does smirk when the other gives him management of the bar- how hard could it be? ]
Oh, I think I can handle a den of sin as much as a bar. [ He chuckled as he as he met those eyes and he could almost sense that heat in the others in eyes- his tongue brushing along his lower lip.] And here I thought you'd prefer if I didn't?
[ After all, why not give everyone a free show while they're drinking down some magical drinks? ] I'll even be happy to christen the bar with your...
I'd like that. [ Reggie tilts closer, almost leaning on Caliban's shoulder, teeth showing as he grins openly. ] Both things. I'm not the kinda boss that would wanna make everyone wear some kinda crappy uniform.
[ He sits back, breathing out slowly, still not letting go of Caliban's hand. This is... nice. Quite intimate too, yes, but he doesn't feel afraid of that right now. ]
Christen it, huh? [ Cocking his head a little in faux-innocence, like he wants to hear more, but then his body relaxes again. ] I wish I even had a place to actually show you yet-- that part's still a work in progress.
[ Caliban just chuckles softly as the others words, and at that smile before he gives a little hum of approval himself at the idea of not wearing a uniform.] No, I don't imagine you are- besides, far be it for you deny yourself such a wonderful sight.
[ He teased softly, without any real heat to his words. This was Reggie's business after all and Caliban wasn't about to jeopardise that by defying his status as "the boss" in any way. He keeps their fingers interlaced as he gives lopsided smirk.]
Personally I think you would look divine bent over it...or at least, the image in my head is quite, quite nice. [ That faux-innocence was cute on Reggie, even if he'd seen him in the most depraved situations which made quite the contrast in his head. ] Ah. You will.
[ Caliban raised his hand to gesture vaguely at the place around them.] It took me months to find a place- a home- like this.
[ granted, with John threatening to leave him and Reggie finding a new contract- it certainly never felt *less* like a proper home than the last few days. ] I'm sure you'll find the perfect location for such a place- and after everything, the clocktower, the camp- I think everyone needs a bit of levity.
[ Not that the idea of uniforms is a terrible one, at least for certain jobs around the club, but it's getting to be a little much for Reggie to think about all at once. As good as his business instincts and ideas can often be, he's never actually built one up from scratch before, and he's fast discovering that there's no shortage of things he needs to account for that he'd have normally never thought of.
Just a bit overwhelming, sure, but nothing he can't handle; Reggie's just that much more glad he's pulling in other people to help who can (hopefully) keep him from overlooking anything obvious or important. ]
Well, when I do find a place, I'll make sure you're one of the first to know. [ He teases back, though he also means it, too. ] Gotta make sure the bar's gonna be up to your standards an' all.
[ And then it'd be only right for Caliban to be the first one to bend Reggie over it, since it would be his. This may all still technically just be in the "flirty banter" stage at the moment, but Reggie quite likes the idea of christening the bar (and wherever else they may see fit) like that before the place opens to the public; claim it first, make it theirs.
He nods slowly, eyes staying fixed on Caliban curiously. Levity probably wouldn't be the word he'd use, himself, but he still knows what Caliban means and definitely agrees with the sentiment-- this is something he needs to do. ]
How're you holdin' up, though? [ His tone becomes a little more solemn, more gentle. ] Since camp?
The high standards of prince of hell- my, that's quite a lofty goal.
[ Caliban's voice was full of affection at the very idea of having his own little piece of Reggie's dream. He does give a little soft hum at the idea of being the first person to know whatever abandoned lot the other found to make into the casino. It was honestly just nice to be included- That Reggie wanted him in his life like this.
Besides as if he'd ever turn down sex with the other- and that bar deserved someone as hot as Reggie being bent over it and used in the best way. Not that Caliban was going to be able to look at the bar and not think about Reggie- which perhaps was for the best, really.
There was a little pause however at that question because it's not an exactly an easy thing to answer. The experience of being...human had been something that had shocked him to his core more than he'd liked to admit. ]
I'm better than most. [ He mused, speaking mostly about John- the weight of being unable to help him was harder than he'd ever had to deal with.] I'm glad I have...my magic back- my bed. My life. It was an experience I'd hardly be eager to repeat.
[ That's how Reggie is choosing to think of it right now, too-- building a present and a future for himself here at last, and even having some power in choosing who he wants with him as a part of it.
Caliban means something to Reggie, means a lot to him, in fact, and while Reggie may still be a ways off from being able to acknowledge the exact nature of those feelings, he does at least know that he doesn't want things (whatever they may be) to end just because their contract will. It's nice being together like this, and in general; Reggie lets his fingers lace in with Caliban's, just indulging in the casual intimacy of the moment, of the conversation. ]
Yeah. [ He nods slowly. Reggie had been fine, mostly, for that part of things, but... ] I know Nick would've freaked, too... probably did the first time all this crap happened, but I mean like-- y'know I can always help you with that kinda thing, right?
[ Reggie's fingers interlacing with Caliban's felt great, perfect even as his tongue rungs along his lower lip as he soaks in those words. The mention of Nick once again has the demon pushing down those perhaps more intense feelings for Reggie into a smaller mental box tucked away in his mind. As if the Warlock might reappear sometime and the demon had no real claim to even a piece of the other boys heart in such a way.
He gives the others hand another little squeeze, however as his head tilts to the side just a touch.]
I'm sure Scratch would have mourned the loss of his magic without a doubt. [ He mused lightly before he sucked on the inside of his cheek with a little nod at those next words.] You helped enough, Reggie. You kept me alive and focused- feeling more like myself when I thought it wasn't possible. You kept me connected to who I was.
[ Reggie doesn't notice any particular reaction in Caliban at the mention of Nick's name -- and hasn't, either, or else Reggie would have certainly at least gotten the hint not to mention Nick around him -- nor is he aware of the exact nature of baggage between them, so he still doesn't think too much of bringing Nick up in front of Caliban, doesn't assume it incites any feelings in particular from the demon.
He nods again, gaze dropping briefly. ]
Definitely, like, no question. He-- [ But here Reggie decides against saying more, because thinking about what Nick is -- was -- like still hurts. ] Listen, just... like, if it ever happens again you would tell me, right? Cuz I can still, y'know, like... protect you, or whatever.
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And he's just as happy that the other still wants to keep him in his orbit in such a big a way as inviting him to bring into his business in a big way as this. Caliban's eyes soften as the other leans closer into that touch and his hand smooths down to cup the others neck.
He does smirk when the other gives him management of the bar- how hard could it be? ]
Oh, I think I can handle a den of sin as much as a bar. [ He chuckled as he as he met those eyes and he could almost sense that heat in the others in eyes- his tongue brushing along his lower lip.] And here I thought you'd prefer if I didn't?
[ After all, why not give everyone a free show while they're drinking down some magical drinks? ] I'll even be happy to christen the bar with your...
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[ He sits back, breathing out slowly, still not letting go of Caliban's hand. This is... nice. Quite intimate too, yes, but he doesn't feel afraid of that right now. ]
Christen it, huh? [ Cocking his head a little in faux-innocence, like he wants to hear more, but then his body relaxes again. ] I wish I even had a place to actually show you yet-- that part's still a work in progress.
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[ He teased softly, without any real heat to his words. This was Reggie's business after all and Caliban wasn't about to jeopardise that by defying his status as "the boss" in any way. He keeps their fingers interlaced as he gives lopsided smirk.]
Personally I think you would look divine bent over it...or at least, the image in my head is quite, quite nice. [ That faux-innocence was cute on Reggie, even if he'd seen him in the most depraved situations which made quite the contrast in his head. ] Ah. You will.
[ Caliban raised his hand to gesture vaguely at the place around them.] It took me months to find a place- a home- like this.
[ granted, with John threatening to leave him and Reggie finding a new contract- it certainly never felt *less* like a proper home than the last few days. ] I'm sure you'll find the perfect location for such a place- and after everything, the clocktower, the camp- I think everyone needs a bit of levity.
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[ Not that the idea of uniforms is a terrible one, at least for certain jobs around the club, but it's getting to be a little much for Reggie to think about all at once. As good as his business instincts and ideas can often be, he's never actually built one up from scratch before, and he's fast discovering that there's no shortage of things he needs to account for that he'd have normally never thought of.
Just a bit overwhelming, sure, but nothing he can't handle; Reggie's just that much more glad he's pulling in other people to help who can (hopefully) keep him from overlooking anything obvious or important. ]
Well, when I do find a place, I'll make sure you're one of the first to know. [ He teases back, though he also means it, too. ] Gotta make sure the bar's gonna be up to your standards an' all.
[ And then it'd be only right for Caliban to be the first one to bend Reggie over it, since it would be his. This may all still technically just be in the "flirty banter" stage at the moment, but Reggie quite likes the idea of christening the bar (and wherever else they may see fit) like that before the place opens to the public; claim it first, make it theirs.
He nods slowly, eyes staying fixed on Caliban curiously. Levity probably wouldn't be the word he'd use, himself, but he still knows what Caliban means and definitely agrees with the sentiment-- this is something he needs to do. ]
How're you holdin' up, though? [ His tone becomes a little more solemn, more gentle. ] Since camp?
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[ Caliban's voice was full of affection at the very idea of having his own little piece of Reggie's dream. He does give a little soft hum at the idea of being the first person to know whatever abandoned lot the other found to make into the casino. It was honestly just nice to be included- That Reggie wanted him in his life like this.
Besides as if he'd ever turn down sex with the other- and that bar deserved someone as hot as Reggie being bent over it and used in the best way. Not that Caliban was going to be able to look at the bar and not think about Reggie- which perhaps was for the best, really.
There was a little pause however at that question because it's not an exactly an easy thing to answer. The experience of being...human had been something that had shocked him to his core more than he'd liked to admit. ]
I'm better than most. [ He mused, speaking mostly about John- the weight of being unable to help him was harder than he'd ever had to deal with.] I'm glad I have...my magic back- my bed. My life. It was an experience I'd hardly be eager to repeat.
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Caliban means something to Reggie, means a lot to him, in fact, and while Reggie may still be a ways off from being able to acknowledge the exact nature of those feelings, he does at least know that he doesn't want things (whatever they may be) to end just because their contract will. It's nice being together like this, and in general; Reggie lets his fingers lace in with Caliban's, just indulging in the casual intimacy of the moment, of the conversation. ]
Yeah. [ He nods slowly. Reggie had been fine, mostly, for that part of things, but... ] I know Nick would've freaked, too... probably did the first time all this crap happened, but I mean like-- y'know I can always help you with that kinda thing, right?
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He gives the others hand another little squeeze, however as his head tilts to the side just a touch.]
I'm sure Scratch would have mourned the loss of his magic without a doubt. [ He mused lightly before he sucked on the inside of his cheek with a little nod at those next words.] You helped enough, Reggie. You kept me alive and focused- feeling more like myself when I thought it wasn't possible. You kept me connected to who I was.
So thank you.
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He nods again, gaze dropping briefly. ]
Definitely, like, no question. He-- [ But here Reggie decides against saying more, because thinking about what Nick is -- was -- like still hurts. ] Listen, just... like, if it ever happens again you would tell me, right? Cuz I can still, y'know, like... protect you, or whatever.