[ Verso really did want to give Gustave the time and space to finish, and he's been doing great so far. Maybe coming this close, let alone this, was a bad idea, if there's still much more to be done -- but it's a little too late for him to regret it, with him pressed against his back, burying his face against his neck, breathing him in. He's watched Gustave carefully build and arrange the components on the workbench over time, but it's still nice seeing them all laid out from here, everything neatly arranged. A far cry from Verso's own working processes with music, but he likes to think there's similarities all the same, and he can't help but gleam with something that feels a bit like pride, looking at Gustave's work. They look lovely, and finished, like little complete mechanisms that he's just watched him assemble painstakingly over time.

Some of that pride might come through in as he presses another kiss to his shoulder, as he hums softly, rumbling a bit in his chest where he's pressed against Gustave's back. And when he explains -- here, the ignition mechanism, here, the valve -- Verso nods, and it isn't just for show. He's watched the entire time, actually paid attention, he does have a good idea of what each thing is meant to be. Then he's demonstrating, a sudden tiny little fireball right here in the workbench, and Verso can't help but just beam with pride and delight, pressing another kiss to his neck. ]

-- Looks like it works beautifully.

[ His very multitalented Monsieur le fleuriste is so good at what he does. ]

Could the gestrals maybe -- assemble it themselves? I'm sure they'd want to learn to mix the powder, too.

[ And they'll probably identify the dangerous component in the mixture that Gustave wants to limit and add far too much of it, but gestrals are as gestrals will always be, and he's been very, very patient. He'll pull back if Gustave insists, but.

His self control is really straining, here. He's doing his best. ]