[ he walks to one side of the couch, turns. walks to the other. hands flexing at his sides like he's not sure what to do with them. hyper. his brain is active. a rush indeed. when he stops walking once john speaks. he's swinging his arms at his sides, rocking on his heels.
there's a smile that hasn't left his face since john took the lighter out. he likes him. john didn't roll his eyes or bat an eye at remark that could so easily be taken as an innuendo. he just gives it back to him. first one's free. he laughs a little at it. ]
How would you like to be entertained? [ is he talking fast? maybe he's talking fast. but the worsts are meant, even if it's phrased like he's working some kind of sex hotline. give and take. harry believes in fairness. how does john like to be entertained? ]
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there's a smile that hasn't left his face since john took the lighter out. he likes him. john didn't roll his eyes or bat an eye at remark that could so easily be taken as an innuendo. he just gives it back to him. first one's free. he laughs a little at it. ]
How would you like to be entertained? [ is he talking fast? maybe he's talking fast. but the worsts are meant, even if it's phrased like he's working some kind of sex hotline. give and take. harry believes in fairness. how does john like to be entertained? ]