[His dark eyes flit down at the nudge, and then back in the face of this man, this man who truly feels like a detective, through and through. Someone who sees a puzzle and wants to sift through it like a child going through a sandbox simply for the delight of it.]
[(It stings, in a certain way. Like nostalgia, but much heavier. He ignores it.)]
No. Please. If you want to launch compliments at my person, be my guest. [His bluff - of course he'll accept it, no embarrassment here.] But perhaps I should start my own offense, here. If you wish to be appreciated, I will join in on the endeavor. Or perhaps not. Who's to say?
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[His dark eyes flit down at the nudge, and then back in the face of this man, this man who truly feels like a detective, through and through. Someone who sees a puzzle and wants to sift through it like a child going through a sandbox simply for the delight of it.]
[(It stings, in a certain way. Like nostalgia, but much heavier. He ignores it.)]
No. Please. If you want to launch compliments at my person, be my guest. [His bluff - of course he'll accept it, no embarrassment here.] But perhaps I should start my own offense, here. If you wish to be appreciated, I will join in on the endeavor. Or perhaps not. Who's to say?