[Alcohol definitely helped with him loosening up, but it wasn't the only reason. The company he kept had something to do with it too: there was something about Jessica that made it easier to lower his guards for a moment. Nothing was complicated with her: what you saw was what you get, at least from his point of view. And after months of reading old texts and trying to connect dots that might not be connected, it was nice not to over-analyze everything. That too, helped: the thought of this night being a much needed break from trying to save the world. No matter how hard he tried, tonight was the kind of night where he'd think of himself instead of the whole world.
Stephen tilted his head to one side playfully:]
So, what's more exciting than a sorcerer?
[To make a point, Strange lowered his gaze to the glass in her hand. By now, Jessica might have felt how the size and the weight of it had changed in an instant: instead of holding a single hot glass, she was now holding a whiskey glass with a double shot in it. It was his way to return the favor for the drink earlier.
Stephen hadn't exactly expected for Jessica to take his question seriously, but when he saw her smile turn coy, he knew he might be opening a can of worms. And the problem was, that he didn't see any problems with that. Seduction was a muscle he hadn't stretch in a while, but he found that he still had a good 'muscle' memory from before his accident.
Amused by her answer, he smiled as he drank from the glass of water by his bourbon:]
Somehow, I am not surprised by that.
[He wasn't a fan of slow and gently either, but probably not for the same reasons than Jessica. It was something too close to intimacy to Strange's tastes, and intimacy was synonym of relationship to him, and that he couldn't do. He had never been interested before, much to Christine's chagrin, and now, he simply just couldn't afford one.]
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Stephen tilted his head to one side playfully:]
So, what's more exciting than a sorcerer?
[To make a point, Strange lowered his gaze to the glass in her hand. By now, Jessica might have felt how the size and the weight of it had changed in an instant: instead of holding a single hot glass, she was now holding a whiskey glass with a double shot in it. It was his way to return the favor for the drink earlier.
Stephen hadn't exactly expected for Jessica to take his question seriously, but when he saw her smile turn coy, he knew he might be opening a can of worms. And the problem was, that he didn't see any problems with that. Seduction was a muscle he hadn't stretch in a while, but he found that he still had a good 'muscle' memory from before his accident.
Amused by her answer, he smiled as he drank from the glass of water by his bourbon:]
Somehow, I am not surprised by that.
[He wasn't a fan of slow and gently either, but probably not for the same reasons than Jessica. It was something too close to intimacy to Strange's tastes, and intimacy was synonym of relationship to him, and that he couldn't do. He had never been interested before, much to Christine's chagrin, and now, he simply just couldn't afford one.]