Geoffrey's eyes snapped to Jonathan's. "What the hell? You know, if you wanted one, you could 'ave simply asked."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've only been paying attention to half of what I have been saying."
Rolling his eyes, Geoffrey said, "Right, just more prattle about your special tonics and potions." He removed his cigarette case from his coat pocket, flicked it open, but Jonathan reached out to quickly close it, nearly pinching Geoffrey's damn finger.
"Serums. Antidotes. And if you learned, they might save your life one day." Jonathan took a long pull from Geoffrey's cigarette, held his gaze through the soft grey cloud of smoke that he slowly exhaled. "Or one of your dear guardsmen. Besides, I distinctly recall you mentioning that you enjoy listening to me talk."
The cigarette was offered back to Geoffrey. Delicately held aloft between them. He leaned over the arm of the chair until he could press his lips over the end of the cigarette, against Jonathan's thumb and forefinger. Geoffrey inhaled, eyes never leaving the bloodshot-blue of the creature before him. He took the cigarette from his mouth and blew smoke directly into Jonathan's smug, handsome face.
"Let's give that tongue of yours a holiday from all this medical insight, hm? Use it for something a mite more useful. We can go over this later."
"What do you propose?" Jonathan asked on an exasperated sigh, a smile now curling one side of his mouth ever so slightly.
Geoffrey returned that knowing smirk, took a self-satisfied drag off his cigarette as he relaxed back in his chair, feeling triumphant already. "A trade-off. All of your undivided attention now"--he began unbuttoning his waistcoat and shrugged off his jacket--"for mine later. I'll learn whatever it is you want to show me. Even be a... hands-on pupil."
"That sounds reasonable enough to not argue against." Jonathan stood from his desk, looming now at his full height in front of Geoffrey. He removed his suit jacket and primly folded it over the back of his chair. Walked towards the small bed at the other end of his office, turning around because he bloody knew all too well how Geoffrey would want to watch him push every button open along his shirt placket. A slow, enticing torture whereas Geoffrey liked to rush his own undressing in these increasingly, shamefully, less rare moments they'd shared. "But let's see if you've the energy left for anything other than sleep once I'm done with you."
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