It was his idea of a joke under the gun. His eyes contradicted him, even as he said it.
But something in the Captain's deliberate words diffused his humor, as they sank into his consideration more deeply.
He frowned.
"I don't engage comrades lightly either, Kassian Dmitrivich," Andrei said, evenly, quietly. "So perhaps we should shelve these urges for now, until a more sober occasion arises."
As far as he'd observed, it was against Irinarhov's nature to be so proactive, and it gradually dawned on him that it might have been the slivovic slipping the Captain's tongue.
Andrei was not inebriated. What little alcohol he'd had had been sweated out in the banya.
"After all, you don't know the first thing about me, chuvak," he said slowly, meeting Irinarhov's eyes. "...Perhaps you won't want it to be personal."
He laughed lightly, disarmingly, marking the soft scent of cordite that clung to his comrade's person. Cordite and sweet cigarettes, and far more alcohol than he had partaken of in the course of the evening.
"What if you wind up disenchanted?"
He reached up slowly, casually, adjusting the Captain's scarf.
"Maybe there's nothing beyond these eyes. And I'm young and insolent..." he dropped his voice, as if telling Irinarhov a treasured secret. "Don't tell me you didn't disdain me on sight, Kassian. I could see it in your eyes."
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Date: 2006-09-19 04:11 pm (UTC)But something in the Captain's deliberate words diffused his humor, as they sank into his consideration more deeply.
He frowned.
"I don't engage comrades lightly either, Kassian Dmitrivich," Andrei said, evenly, quietly. "So perhaps we should shelve these urges for now, until a more sober occasion arises."
As far as he'd observed, it was against Irinarhov's nature to be so proactive, and it gradually dawned on him that it might have been the slivovic slipping the Captain's tongue.
Andrei was not inebriated. What little alcohol he'd had had been sweated out in the banya.
"After all, you don't know the first thing about me, chuvak," he said slowly, meeting Irinarhov's eyes. "...Perhaps you won't want it to be personal."
He laughed lightly, disarmingly, marking the soft scent of cordite that clung to his comrade's person. Cordite and sweet cigarettes, and far more alcohol than he had partaken of in the course of the evening.
"What if you wind up disenchanted?"
He reached up slowly, casually, adjusting the Captain's scarf.
"Maybe there's nothing beyond these eyes. And I'm young and insolent..." he dropped his voice, as if telling Irinarhov a treasured secret. "Don't tell me you didn't disdain me on sight, Kassian. I could see it in your eyes."