[ Life will never be like the movies, and there will never be perfectly happy endings, but Steve accepted that a long, long time ago. These moments, where his clients are gentle and kind, feel as real as anything else in his life. Kindness in exchange for money, maybe, but is it not still Kindness, no matter where it goes when it closes shop? ]
Mm, it's a little of both, I think.
[ A soft huff and he drums his finger tips against that slender wrist for emphasis. Zemo isn't easy to read, per se, but he's certainly easy to please. To say that he hasn't had to dig deep to garner the man's praise isn't exactly an understatement. Again, this man is different than the rest. That makes him interesting, exciting, a little dangerous. So yes, while most of this interaction has been pulled from a collection of guises and lines, his smile feels more warm, more genuine, his touch more inviting, and he shifts in his seat just enough to knock one knee against the other man's beneath the table. Steps he wouldn't take for the attorney down on 27th or the CEO wandering in from Wall Street.
Interesting. Exciting. Dangerous.
His lips tug to one side, his head tilts, a look akin to an apology written all over his face. ]
I don't have navy, believe it or not, but I'm sure I can come up with something in time. Black, burgundy? Those I could do. But would it embarrass you if I asked you how you'd like it tailored? [ Straight forward enough, sure, but there's implications there: what do you want to see? ]
To say yes, I'd need your approval on my attire, but I don't think that will be much of an issue. Meeting you here is as much a yes as anything, but I was under the impression it was you who needed to approve of me. [ A gently squeeze at his wrist once before he slides his hand away and leans into his seat more comfortably. ]
I do plenty of running on my jogs in the mornings, so there will be no running for me. Besides, I've still got to make up that 10% don't I? I'm sure I can think of something.
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Mm, it's a little of both, I think.
[ A soft huff and he drums his finger tips against that slender wrist for emphasis. Zemo isn't easy to read, per se, but he's certainly easy to please. To say that he hasn't had to dig deep to garner the man's praise isn't exactly an understatement. Again, this man is different than the rest. That makes him interesting, exciting, a little dangerous. So yes, while most of this interaction has been pulled from a collection of guises and lines, his smile feels more warm, more genuine, his touch more inviting, and he shifts in his seat just enough to knock one knee against the other man's beneath the table. Steps he wouldn't take for the attorney down on 27th or the CEO wandering in from Wall Street.
Interesting. Exciting. Dangerous.
His lips tug to one side, his head tilts, a look akin to an apology written all over his face. ]
I don't have navy, believe it or not, but I'm sure I can come up with something in time. Black, burgundy? Those I could do. But would it embarrass you if I asked you how you'd like it tailored? [ Straight forward enough, sure, but there's implications there: what do you want to see? ]
To say yes, I'd need your approval on my attire, but I don't think that will be much of an issue. Meeting you here is as much a yes as anything, but I was under the impression it was you who needed to approve of me. [ A gently squeeze at his wrist once before he slides his hand away and leans into his seat more comfortably. ]
I do plenty of running on my jogs in the mornings, so there will be no running for me. Besides, I've still got to make up that 10% don't I? I'm sure I can think of something.