[ He lets Verso murmur his words and play with his hair, an indulgent smile toying around his lips as his left hand runs down along Verso's bare back to curve at his hip, where it already feels strangely comfortable, the gesture already almost familiar. He wishes it could be. The thrill of learning each other, of discovery, is sweet and exciting and sets his heart pounding, but part of him wishes they'd been able to have all that discovery a long time ago, that these touches now are the product of knowing each other so well they no longer have to think or guess about what the other one might like.

At that last comment, though, he laughs, even as he's tipping his head to allow Verso greater access to the expanse of skin he's after. ]

Oh, no. No. As much as I'd enjoy your company, mon cher, I don't think it would be all that conducive to actually getting my work done. You can be very distracting.

[ Like right now, for example, when they've already gotten off topic and Gustave can't even find it in himself to complain. He grins, shifting enough to slide his right arm under Verso and wrap it around him, warm hand running up Verso's spine to curve at the nape of his neck. ]

The way you're distracting me right now, I might add. When I was finally getting some useful information.

Now I'll head merrily off to the Stone Wave Cliffs without a single idea of what I might be facing once I get there. Aside from Nevrons. Which are already everywhere.