"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
[Dislike. Dislike to that smug little face and dislike to him trying to be so submissive about it right now. It is, genuinely, rather disarming to see him switch so quickly, despite knowing what a greasy schmoozer he is.
So there's obvious consternation on his face, and some awkwardness to his hand motions, because he has found himself on the back foot again.]
I hardly think it's an appropriate time for it. The trip would still take nearly twelve hours, even before the required rests.
Nay, I do not mean in this moment, for I am in no immediate rush. Buuuut... say once we have better prepared for such a trip, hmmm?
[Still he's keeping that disarming look, the slight slant to his eyebrows, the soft, small smile. This is hardly the expression one might expect from the guy who was making a huge ass of himself the other day, lording his superiority like a birthright (which it is).]
[It is absolutely not an expression Tyler was expecting out of this guy. And despite himself, knowing that this guy is playing him and trying to be oh so fucking subtle about it...
...there's a fresh layer of pink on his cheeks.
Fucking sue him, he misses someone looking at him like that.]
I... [His hands stutter, trying to find the right words and failing miserably.] ...suppose.
There's no falter to his expression, nothing that gives the lie to his genuineness. Even at the delight in seeing the warmth to Tyler's face, and how he stutters and hesitates to agree, he holds fast his performance. For all he allowed that sly smirk to show for a moment, now he doesn't allow anything at all to.
He does, however, allow his expression to brighten at Tyler's acquiescence, bringing a hand to his chest as he bows his head to him.]
[No don't do that, Tyler's blush just got worse. Fuck you. Fuck off.
Isis finally takes her gaze away from Solus for a moment, turning to look at Tyler as he pushes himself up in his seat, physically pulling himself together a bit by tugging his shirt straight and sitting more upright.
When he starts signing again, hand motions brusque again, Isis turns her attention back on Solus.]
Is there anything else you'd like to know, while I'm here? I've got some work to do after this that I'd like to get ahead of.
[He lifts his head, peering up at him with an almost affectionate look as he places his hand back down on the table to join the other. Yep, he's still got it.]
Nay, not that I can think of. Truly, you've done me a great service already, scant do I wish to keep you from your work.
[His tone is light and airy, almost...sweet.]
I thank you—and you too Isis—for your most generous aid.
[Now that he knows it works, he most certainly won't stop it. The little teleportation trick is a neat one, something Solus will ponder on later, but for now...]
Of course. Until then, my friend.
[He languidly gives Tyler a little wave as he goes, quite content with himself and his wonderful success in this whole thing. Man does he love coming out on top.]
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Perchance would you be willing to assist me, then? I would ever be obliged to your dutiful kindness.
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So there's obvious consternation on his face, and some awkwardness to his hand motions, because he has found himself on the back foot again.]
I hardly think it's an appropriate time for it. The trip would still take nearly twelve hours, even before the required rests.
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[Still he's keeping that disarming look, the slight slant to his eyebrows, the soft, small smile. This is hardly the expression one might expect from the guy who was making a huge ass of himself the other day, lording his superiority like a birthright (which it is).]
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...there's a fresh layer of pink on his cheeks.
Fucking sue him, he misses someone looking at him like that.]
I... [His hands stutter, trying to find the right words and failing miserably.] ...suppose.
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There's no falter to his expression, nothing that gives the lie to his genuineness. Even at the delight in seeing the warmth to Tyler's face, and how he stutters and hesitates to agree, he holds fast his performance. For all he allowed that sly smirk to show for a moment, now he doesn't allow anything at all to.
He does, however, allow his expression to brighten at Tyler's acquiescence, bringing a hand to his chest as he bows his head to him.]
I am in your debt.
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Isis finally takes her gaze away from Solus for a moment, turning to look at Tyler as he pushes himself up in his seat, physically pulling himself together a bit by tugging his shirt straight and sitting more upright.
When he starts signing again, hand motions brusque again, Isis turns her attention back on Solus.]
Is there anything else you'd like to know, while I'm here? I've got some work to do after this that I'd like to get ahead of.
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Nay, not that I can think of. Truly, you've done me a great service already, scant do I wish to keep you from your work.
[His tone is light and airy, almost...sweet.]
I thank you—and you too Isis—for your most generous aid.
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Tyler doesn't blush any worse, but he doesn't make eye contact with Solus. Which is, from the deaf young man, the height of Fuck You.
He only signs very briefly -]
You're welcome. Let me know when you are ready.
[- before Isis looks away and disappears in a blink to teleport onto Tyler's shoulder, as he takes his coat and leaves.
Ugh, now he needs a shower after this.]
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Of course. Until then, my friend.
[He languidly gives Tyler a little wave as he goes, quite content with himself and his wonderful success in this whole thing. Man does he love coming out on top.]