[ Good question. There's a myriad of answers he could offer, but none of them rings of reason, much less truth. Hei does very little by accident -- how can he, when every part of his mind is honed for precision and calculation. It's his job to be prepared, enough that it's sunk in as second-nature. This deviation -- breaking a pattern that's kept him alive -- should disturb him. Why isn't it? ]
To try something new.
[ There's an archness in his manner, a nonchalance, that used to make enemies' hackles rise back home. But he already knows he's not going to hurt her. This is more of a test -- one she can best pass with indulging his whim. (The back-and-forth between them is all about whims and indulgences in the end.) ]
[ His eyes drop half-shut, and he leans in to kiss her -- almost sweetly. No angles or agendas. He runs his fingers along the nape of her neck, stroking the soft skin behind her ears, feeling out the beads of her spine. ] Come on. I doubt it's too scary.
⊕ Friday!
To try something new.
[ There's an archness in his manner, a nonchalance, that used to make enemies' hackles rise back home. But he already knows he's not going to hurt her. This is more of a test -- one she can best pass with indulging his whim. (The back-and-forth between them is all about whims and indulgences in the end.) ]
[ His eyes drop half-shut, and he leans in to kiss her -- almost sweetly. No angles or agendas. He runs his fingers along the nape of her neck, stroking the soft skin behind her ears, feeling out the beads of her spine. ] Come on. I doubt it's too scary.