[His experiences were limited; by the time Jinx came to him, she was fully functioning when it came to dressing herself. Okay, so the hair needed work and styling, and he had to figure out what exactly it was that a little girl needed. He had never had to dress or undress her thankfully, not that nudity was a particular issue. They were perfectly comfortable in their own skin around each other.
Same as he was in front of Richard. He was an otherwise very private person physically and emotionally. As if to prove he could if he wanted to, he knocked Richard's hands aside so that he could button up the shirt from bottom to neck.] Why would you want it to? Black is to slip to the shadows, avoid detection and it's rather slimming.
[Of course, neither he nor Richard required material to assist them with looking slim. Both of them were lithe twigs of people.] Tell me about this armour of yours through.
[He didn't enjoy riding.] Walking beside should suffice. You don't have a problem with that, do you?
[The gentle and calculated brush on his hand does come as surprise. Silco had not always reacted positively to Richard's requests to perform tasks that would usually fall for servants, so this initiative is certainly surprising. But very much welcomed.
As one can presume, Richard did not allow this to just anyone. No soul was allowed in his quarters - aside from the two men who he trusted the most. So, that offered Silco such access to his body, in bed and outside of it, was a sign of immense trust on his part. A proof that he felt safe around the man to be his true self. And it pleased him greatly that the other man could somewhat understand why moments like these, of quiet and casual affection, meant much for him.
It made him feel cherished. Just for a moment.]
Hah. You are sounding more and more like a boogie man from children's tale. Is that why you adorn yourself in red? [He snorts an amused laughter. Once the buttons are done he slightly nods towards the trousers left in the chair.] What about it? I wear a plated armor with chainmail. Though mine is normally black and I added sharp talon-like edges to my fingers. [Now who's being dramatic about his appearances.]
[He was aware that Richard was no trusting with many to be close to him physically, least of all see the younger man in the nude or close to it. He understood that Richard considered this activity to be a type of intimacy as one might with hair brushing or massages or some other bonding experience.
The moment passed them quietly, of course. He withdrew once that shirt was buttoned, and he moved to the door of the bedroom again. He would not put on his own trousers until he had tended to his healing leg injury first, unwilling to struggle with the material or risk it being contaminated with exudate from the cleaning process.
He turned to regard his lover and the corner of his lip tugged in a hint of a smirk.] I would rather be the thing that terrifies others than allow anyone to terrify me. And no, red has always been a colour I enjoy wearing. [It was as simple as that. It also hid the blood stains better.] My, my, such drama with armour. I expect you enjoy intimidating your enemies, don't you?
[He gestured for Richard to raise his voice because Silco was going to in search of coffee and still wanted to be part of the conversation.]
Why don't you just let that horse run around in the fields? Isn't that what people do?
[He had no idea. He had never been around beasts of burden before like this.]
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Same as he was in front of Richard. He was an otherwise very private person physically and emotionally. As if to prove he could if he wanted to, he knocked Richard's hands aside so that he could button up the shirt from bottom to neck.] Why would you want it to? Black is to slip to the shadows, avoid detection and it's rather slimming.
[Of course, neither he nor Richard required material to assist them with looking slim. Both of them were lithe twigs of people.] Tell me about this armour of yours through.
[He didn't enjoy riding.] Walking beside should suffice. You don't have a problem with that, do you?
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As one can presume, Richard did not allow this to just anyone. No soul was allowed in his quarters - aside from the two men who he trusted the most. So, that offered Silco such access to his body, in bed and outside of it, was a sign of immense trust on his part. A proof that he felt safe around the man to be his true self. And it pleased him greatly that the other man could somewhat understand why moments like these, of quiet and casual affection, meant much for him.
It made him feel cherished. Just for a moment.]
Hah. You are sounding more and more like a boogie man from children's tale. Is that why you adorn yourself in red? [He snorts an amused laughter. Once the buttons are done he slightly nods towards the trousers left in the chair.] What about it? I wear a plated armor with chainmail. Though mine is normally black and I added sharp talon-like edges to my fingers. [Now who's being dramatic about his appearances.]
Of course not. Blackie needs exercise too.
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The moment passed them quietly, of course. He withdrew once that shirt was buttoned, and he moved to the door of the bedroom again. He would not put on his own trousers until he had tended to his healing leg injury first, unwilling to struggle with the material or risk it being contaminated with exudate from the cleaning process.
He turned to regard his lover and the corner of his lip tugged in a hint of a smirk.] I would rather be the thing that terrifies others than allow anyone to terrify me. And no, red has always been a colour I enjoy wearing. [It was as simple as that. It also hid the blood stains better.] My, my, such drama with armour. I expect you enjoy intimidating your enemies, don't you?
[He gestured for Richard to raise his voice because Silco was going to in search of coffee and still wanted to be part of the conversation.]
Why don't you just let that horse run around in the fields? Isn't that what people do?
[He had no idea. He had never been around beasts of burden before like this.]