his approach to the galaxy ranger is simpler; the first touch is based on curiosity, and his fingers trace that nick above his belt, head tilting slightly. then, his fingers shift up, gently taking a hold of the gunslinger's chin, and the doctor's gaze moves to instead wander over his features as he stands just a little closer, idly eyeing the other and carefully canting the ranger's head this way or that.
Well well well!
It wasn't often that the haughty Adonis deemed it worth his time to grace the Ranger with his presence. A grin settles on his features as Boothill turns to greet him, hands on his hips as if to say 'what? miss me?'. But before he could say a word, the other man reaches out, placing featherlight touches upon his body. Boothill's smile falters slightly, and his posture stiffens. He's unsure of what to do... what's happening. He can't feel the warmth there. But he most certainly could feel it when those lovely hands found themselves on his chin; his brows furrowing slightly. This wasn't a new feeling but.. it was one he'd almost forgotten.
The Ranger casts Adonis a curious glance, as if attempting to gauge his intentions, figure out what could bring forth this action. Though it was short lived. He blinks, allowing his head to turn this way and that at the Beautiful Man's whim. Slowly, Boothill's features warm, the smile returning to his face.
He takes the other's hand in his own and moves it to his cheek, nuzzling against it, allowing his eyes to close.
"Gods above..." his voice is soft, with a hint of want. "Yer so beautiful... Veritas Ratio."
