[anotp: hisoka] dirty deeds, done dirt cheap

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn can be subtle. He can be cunning and clever and devious, and ever so seductive. He can sidle his way into a bed with very little effort and without ever seeming to seduce. But sometimes, he just doesn't care to

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[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka stands at the door, looks a little surprised, and then smiles back. "Thank you, I would like that," he says.

His eyes sparkle. They say he understands the hint.

"And where shall we partake of this meal?"

[redviperofdorne]

Oh, good, says Oberyn. That's such a relief.

"I have a table set in my quarters, if that would suit?" Nice sparkling eyes, Oberyn notes. Of course, he was aware of them the first time. Hence why he came around.

[in_summer_leaf]

"It would suit well," answers Hisoka. "Lead me to the feast!" He gestures towards the narrow hallway, and waits for Oberyn to precede him.

The man has a smile whose charm is hard to define. It is only partly the two indentations at the corners of his well-shaped mouth. The rest is the fact that he seems to smile through a darkness of sorts. Hisoka is intrigued by it, and he thinks...

Oh, well, never mind what he thinks. XD

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn sweeps a bow. "And may our journey be swift," he says, gallantly, with a flicker of that smile, and starts to move down the hall, then, his walk graceful, long legged, a little like a cat. He keeps his eyes on Hisoka, though, every so often.

Eyes that continue to...suggest. Invite.

Oberyn knows what he wants, and knows he can get it.

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka is swift to follow. Oberyn's graceful walk is a delight to observe, and when he glances around at Hisoka, Hisoka meets his eyes with a faint smile.

The hallway widens, but they are still on the fourth floor. If Oberyn's room is below this level, they must take one of the staircases. "Must we descend?" he asks, his eyelashes flickering downwards to indicate the stairwell. Then he looks directly at Oberyn.

He, too, can speak with his eyes.

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn's eyes seem to darken slightly; already dark, the effect is very nearly something that could be termed 'smoldering.' His mouth ticks up, ever so slightly. "Only one flight," he murmurs. "Then just down the hall...everything should even still be warm. Some of it perhaps surprisingly...hot."

Oberyn likes his everything spicy.

[in_summer_leaf]

"Then I'll go first," says Hisoka, "lest anything cool before I arrive." His teeth flash in a quick smile, and he plunges down the stairswell. His boots clatter lightly on the steps.

At the bottom, he turns into the third floor hallway, throwing a glance behind him. "Which door leads into the realm of heat?" he inquires. For if Oberyn's eyes smolder, then what must the rest of him do?

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn grins, with teeth, this time, and he darts after Hisoka, light on his feet down the stairs a moment behind him. "The third door on the right," he says, "I do not believe it is even locked..."

All kinds of fun things, he promises.

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka stops at the correct door, turns the knob, and pushes lightly. "It is not locked," he agrees, glancing at Oberyn. He takes a step inside and looks around...

[redviperofdorne]

The table is set, though the lights in the center are not burning yet. There are two plates, glasses, dishware, and a couple covered platters in the center. So he was telling the truth about dinner.

However, the rest of the room is also there - decorated in a mixture of styles, a kind of easy luxury without opulence. Oberyn likes to live well, and tastefully.

And there is a bed. A very nice bed. For two. Or more.

[in_summer_leaf]

"Candles, too!" says Hisoka, stepping aside to let Oberyn pass him. "You have thought of everything."

His eyes take in the very nice bed. They twinkle.

[redviperofdorne]

"Ah, I only wish to ensure my guest's comfort," Oberyn says, graciously, though there is a hint in his voice of definite teasing. "Please, sit...I hope you don't mind spicy food. I found some Dornish peppers."

[in_summer_leaf]

"Hot peppers? I do not mind spicy food at all," replies Hisoka. Although his face is perfectly serious, there is just the tiniest hint in his voice that he knows the spice may not be be limited to what is on the table.

"You are a kindly host, Oberyn." He seats himself with the courteous manner of a good guest. It is his way of teasing back. I will contribute my share of the spice, his eyes say.

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn likes an active participant. Indeed. "I do my best," he says, perhaps just a touch archly, "Particularly when I have someone to impress."

[in_summer_leaf]

[Moved left to avoid post crush.^^]