The male quirked a brow, a faint grin beginning to stretch his lips. Pushing people to their limits is what he did for a past time. Especially right now that he didn't very well have a choice in sitting around finding ways to occupy himself. So he couldn't help but feel a little victorious when the young woman called him out on his righteous attitude.
Turning around once more he pursed his lips, the corners of which were still upwards, "You're completely right." He gave a slight nod, tilting his head to the side and slowly eyeing her from her feet to her fiery hues, "I can get a little bit impatient in bed..." He gave a shrug, "I'm pretty impatient when waiting for a drink..." He ran a hand through his hair, gaze still lingering on her, "But the difference between you and I is that I'm not afraid to admit I'm a hypocrite. Hell, I'm the biggest one I know. I preach but don't follow. I scold but misbehave -- take it as you will. At the end of the day I know I'm flawed and I can still sleep sound." He pushed his bags into the scanner, briefly turning around to smile at the attendant taking care of his scan.
He couldn't help the chuckle that left his lips at the sound of her pet-name, "Mmm," He turned around, "I think I like the sound of that." He continued, not at all phased by what he assumed was suppose to be a bit of a put off or blow, "I'll be your babyboy if you'll be my doll." He sent her a wink before laughing lightly. He was completely unabashed by how forward and somewhat flirty he was being while in public.
"So because you work with someone, make an honest living, it suddenly gives you the right to berate anyone who isn't up to par with you?" Mihiel could only arch a brow as he tsked, "Oh, doll, have I got news for you..." He shook his head, "Ever worked the fields in California under scorching sun, that slowly burns your skin, sweat entering your eyes to the point you have to use your ration of water to wash off your face and continue working, trying to fill a cart of lettuce in under three hours? And once that one fills up you go onto another cart. Come lunchtime your hands are tired and bleeding, trembling slightly but your muscles already used to the labor. And so on until the stars are almost visible in the sunset and you're told you can finally go to bed. So you shuffle home where you're living with twelve other people, and their kids, who also worked on those fields doing similar jobs." He sighed and fell in the seat next to hers, straddling the back of her seat with his arm, "Ever struggled to pay off debts and saving up enough to pay for school fees, while watching your family starve because although they have a house to call their own, that alone doesn't pay the bills. Because I have."
He looked intently at the stranger, an amused glint in his eyes, "Sweetheart, you're not a complete princess, but you're still privileged. You still get to complain about how unfair it is to take a plane that's delayed. I'm no prince charming, I'm not without my faults, and yeah I'm upset that my flight is delayed, because if it were up to me, I'd have that plane up and running by now so I can get my business over with, but this is real life. And real life sucks sometimes, doll." He pushed himself up from his seat and clapped his hands together, "But y'know what? Next time I take a bus or train, I'll think about you fondly." He smirked, his words having more than just one meaning.
“And sometimes it’s just better to make the best of things, rather than to brood over all the bad.” He gave a sigh and went to grab his luggage. He was being to hard on her, he knew that. It was his own stress that was getting the better of him and he was taking it out on the wrong person. With a resigned sigh he looked over his shoulder, "Hey, I know you're pissed off at me, but do you want to grab a drink or something? I'll even let you toss it in my face if it makes you feel better." He was partially serious about the last one.
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