[why can't it be both? kavinsky's expression cools considerably. he sits back in his seat. not quite offended-offended yet— that, you wouldn't be able to read at all. he eyes the vampire, contemplating whether or not he should tip over into offended-offended territory, or stop here.]
Serious as I ever am, sweetheart.
[he cocks his head and carefully fits a smirk onto his own face, which probably means offended-offendedness is officially still on the table. (residing somewhere near the dreamed heart.)] What do you say?
[He returns the look with a level of scepticism that's clearly displayed in the hefty arch of a thin brow, knuckles resting onto the tabletop to take most of his weight as he leans against it thoughtfully.]
You gonna take me out somewhere nice? That's what Valentines do, is it not?
[See, it's not a no, he's just trying to weigh up what's in it for him. Cassidy isn't the sort to turn down an opportunity when he sees it.]
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Serious as I ever am, sweetheart.
[he cocks his head and carefully fits a smirk onto his own face, which probably means offended-offendedness is officially still on the table. (residing somewhere near the dreamed heart.)] What do you say?
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You gonna take me out somewhere nice? That's what Valentines do, is it not?
[See, it's not a no, he's just trying to weigh up what's in it for him. Cassidy isn't the sort to turn down an opportunity when he sees it.]