Like you're one to talk. I told you my favorite dessert and suddenly it's in the fridge-- you wanna talk about subtle?

[Except that's not what he's focused on at all. Polnareff hooks two fingers into the waistband of his pants, pulling him in closer as his teeth scrape against his skin. It's a rougher movement this time, something intended to tease, and he listens intently for the resulting reaction.]