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“I’ll tell you if you buy me a drink?” he smiled mischievously, although he felt bad that the other seemed to dislike himself in such a manner. He may have peeked through the eyes of a passerby. The verdict was inferno hot.

And Nathan, in love - denying but so in love with this messed up human being - always lured him light in. Right in, without doubt.

“Your voice is definitely not annoying, keep talking,”he smirked, while bringing his hands up, sliding them up the other’s neck, forming his face in an image. “Ah, like I thought.”

“Because you have a handsome voice?” he said softly, cocking his head. “I obviously can’t see you, but I am going to guess there is a handsome face to go with it. I can’t say much more, unless you care to let me know you?”

“You flatter, how many nathans do you know?,” he chuckled, going for part of the shy boy act as he leant in. “And the fact that you’re not captured yet gives so many opportunities, does it not?”

“And did you find the dragon boy yet,” he chuckled, “It is a good name, I must admit, if I may be honest. Much better than Nathan, which means as much as ‘godgiven’, which I am, most certainly, not. At least not if you ask father.”

“Starting with things we have in common, then,” he was only half joking, as he cocked his head and seemed to focus on the other. “Lark, such as the bird?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head a little as he folded his arms. “Come and get it, then, if you want it so badly.”

“You don’t sound like the type of guy to go for guys. Stereotypical, I know,” he smiled holding out a hand. “Nathan.”

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“I’ll have to take your word for it, because I can’t actually see,” he smiled pleasantly. “A guy, you say?”

Damn, these streets.