[He offers it without so much as batting an eye at the euphemism - or doing anything to steer the conversation to less innuendo-laden waters. After all, the faint blush on Ardbert's cheeks is an intriguing addition to their current game, and he finds he wants to how much further it can go. How much further Ardbert is willing to let this odd game they've spun into being go.]
Though you are welcome to see for yourself, of course.
[action] Ardbert's D20 'betrayed' him. At advantage.
[ At those words, Ardbert loses control of his latest swing. He stumbles forward to recover, just barely keeping himself from dropping the sword entirely and instead embedding the tip into the floor a bit. Better a dull thunk than a loud thudding of a sword to prevent Era from coming to see. Which makes this a speed run for how fast he can blush, because well, that was embarrassing. All of that easily visible, of course, being that he was turned sideways in relation to Emet.
He clears his throat, adjusting his hands on the hilt to face the opposite direction so he can 'lean' on the sword a bit and 'pretend' that was on purpose. It's all part of the game. As is pretending he can only just meet Emet's gaze by glancing just enough to see his face. ]
I'm unfamiliar with a sword that isn't mine. Perhaps we can see about changing that sometime soon. When you're... free.
[ Ardbert feels a little proud of his verbal recovery, and he's surprised that he doesn't feel too terribly nervous about the implication of his words. Or perhaps it's bravado winning out for the moment. Not to mention, his libido, which has been mostly tended to by himself as of late.
The current state of things has made him realize... if he wants to get closer to Hades, he has to actually try. So here is him, trying.]
[Even the gentle thudding of the sword against the floor can't keep the look of amusement off Emet's face, at Ardbert's reaction. It's true enough that he's making a game attempt at recovering, for all that the blush rather gives it away, but there's still a part of him that can't help but think 'ah, so that's how far'.]
I do have one that I would be glad to lend to that cause. Indeed, it might well be eminently suited to it. But as you say, it is best saved for when we are both... suitably free.
[Which could potentially be now, yes. Though they'd have to put Era's gift aside for the time being. But if Ardbert would prefer to have some time to mentally ready himself for that sort of swordplay as well, Emet is certainly willing to give him that time.]
[[ Emet keeps pace with the innuendos. Ardbert isn't used to flirting this way. The blush isn't entirely because of what they're discussing but the fact it's being discussed this way at all.
His eyebrows go up at the offer of sword lending, fast enough that he chuckles at himself. Ardbert decides at that moment to just go for it instead of tiptoeing around the subject. Knowing that Emet wants to touch him in a carnal fashion certainly is a confidence boost. ]]
I mean... you did ask me here about Era's sword, not our swords. I wouldn't want to take that focus away.
[[ Ardbert stops leaning on the sword and pulls it free. It's carefully returned to the table where it was originally, and Ardbert makes a show of straightening up against and stretching to show his muscles. ]]
But she's been encouraging us to get to know each other better, too. She'd be more than a bit pleased if we did more than just talk about swords.
[[ He looks at Emet directly, eyes slowly looking up from his thighs and settling onto his face. Ardbert's hands remain at his sides, ready. ]]
... As would I. I'm less talk and more action. But just to make it clear: I would like our mouths against the other's or against skin, for both of us to be wearing less clothes, and to have our hands and cocks involved. Here and now. Would you like the same?
[He has, for better or for worse, had long years of practice in... perhaps not exactly this, not recently, but of the sort of careful word play that makes it all too easy to keep pace. He doesn't even blush, though he notices the way Ardbert's eyebrows go up at his offer.]
I believe that sword [He nods at the one that's meant for Era, by way of clarification] has been suitably put through its pace. Enough to allow focus to... shift.
[As his does, as Ardbert shifts and stretches and shows off, appreciation plain on his face even if he doesn't speak again until after Ardbert speaks again.]
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[He offers it without so much as batting an eye at the euphemism - or doing anything to steer the conversation to less innuendo-laden waters. After all, the faint blush on Ardbert's cheeks is an intriguing addition to their current game, and he finds he wants to how much further it can go. How much further Ardbert is willing to let this odd game they've spun into being go.]
Though you are welcome to see for yourself, of course.
[action] Ardbert's D20 'betrayed' him. At advantage.
He clears his throat, adjusting his hands on the hilt to face the opposite direction so he can 'lean' on the sword a bit and 'pretend' that was on purpose. It's all part of the game. As is pretending he can only just meet Emet's gaze by glancing just enough to see his face. ]
I'm unfamiliar with a sword that isn't mine. Perhaps we can see about changing that sometime soon. When you're... free.
[ Ardbert feels a little proud of his verbal recovery, and he's surprised that he doesn't feel too terribly nervous about the implication of his words. Or perhaps it's bravado winning out for the moment. Not to mention, his libido, which has been mostly tended to by himself as of late.
The current state of things has made him realize... if he wants to get closer to Hades, he has to actually try. So here is him, trying.]
[action]
I do have one that I would be glad to lend to that cause. Indeed, it might well be eminently suited to it. But as you say, it is best saved for when we are both... suitably free.
[Which could potentially be now, yes. Though they'd have to put Era's gift aside for the time being. But if Ardbert would prefer to have some time to mentally ready himself for that sort of swordplay as well, Emet is certainly willing to give him that time.]
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His eyebrows go up at the offer of sword lending, fast enough that he chuckles at himself. Ardbert decides at that moment to just go for it instead of tiptoeing around the subject. Knowing that Emet wants to touch him in a carnal fashion certainly is a confidence boost. ]]
I mean... you did ask me here about Era's sword, not our swords. I wouldn't want to take that focus away.
[[ Ardbert stops leaning on the sword and pulls it free. It's carefully returned to the table where it was originally, and Ardbert makes a show of straightening up against and stretching to show his muscles. ]]
But she's been encouraging us to get to know each other better, too. She'd be more than a bit pleased if we did more than just talk about swords.
[[ He looks at Emet directly, eyes slowly looking up from his thighs and settling onto his face. Ardbert's hands remain at his sides, ready. ]]
... As would I. I'm less talk and more action. But just to make it clear: I would like our mouths against the other's or against skin, for both of us to be wearing less clothes, and to have our hands and cocks involved. Here and now. Would you like the same?
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I believe that sword [He nods at the one that's meant for Era, by way of clarification] has been suitably put through its pace. Enough to allow focus to... shift.
[As his does, as Ardbert shifts and stretches and shows off, appreciation plain on his face even if he doesn't speak again until after Ardbert speaks again.]
I thought you might never ask.
[A pause, held for a single beat, and no more.]
Which is a yes.