Unlike Cesar, Lazarus isn't in a laughing mood. The evening started on neutral ground and he's ended up delivering control of it right into Cesar's hands. A stiff smile twitches at the corner of his mouth as he wonders if he's being ridiculed, if his statement really sounded as stupid as he was pretty sure it did.
He's surprised to see that Cesar's had enough alcohol to have such a good sense of humor about his own odd impulses. He's even more surprised when Cesar raises his suggestive statement by actually moving closer and offering him the chance to taste his fingers.
No, not offering; he's reaching with intent, and L responds automatically, grasping Cesar's wrist and closing his mouth around the ends of two of Cesar's fingers, quietly sucking them clean while the Storm Groupers onscreen shoot at the movie's heroes.
He doesn't make eye contact, because that would just be weird.
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He's surprised to see that Cesar's had enough alcohol to have such a good sense of humor about his own odd impulses. He's even more surprised when Cesar raises his suggestive statement by actually moving closer and offering him the chance to taste his fingers.
No, not offering; he's reaching with intent, and L responds automatically, grasping Cesar's wrist and closing his mouth around the ends of two of Cesar's fingers, quietly sucking them clean while the Storm Groupers onscreen shoot at the movie's heroes.
He doesn't make eye contact, because that would just be weird.