"The choice lies in your hands now. The magic words...or you're mine, Mr. Armand." He smirks...then can't help but let out a laugh that's so outside the charade, almost giggly.

The Cajun blinks a bit before starting to giggle a little too, setting his head against Nathan's neck. "Yer not very good at bein' villian-like"

He relaxes his grip enough that Armand could easily just move off his lap if he really wanted to. "I'm Jonny Everyboy. Villains are spectacular, wild, and...notable."

Armand keeps his arms wrapped loosely around Nathan's neck, making himself right at home in the others lap. "Ah, Cher, villains are over rated. Nice guys are so much better." The Cajun purrs with a soft grin.

He looks at Armand, uncertain for a moment--as though not certain he's reading the right indications. Then he nuzzles his cheek lightly with a soft laugh. "You're warm, you know."

Armand smiles a bit. "Am I? Weird. M'usually freezing." The Cajun nuzzles Nathan's neck a little. "Yer pretty warm too..." he mumbles quietly

There's hesitation, then he very gingerly and carefully kisses Armand's forehead, avoiding all the bruises and cuts as best he can, before pulling back, face red. He looks down, uncertain, unsure that was a good idea, and almost seems to be waiting to be pushed away.

Armand sort of freezes with that "Deer in the Headlights" look for a second, not exactly sure how to respond. He sits there like that for a moment or two, before smiling and giving Nathan a light peck on the cheek.

"Huh, wasn't expecting that reaction." His voice is low and gentle and hesitant. He looks at Armand with a sheepish little smile. A little of his hair's falling in his face, and his cheeks and ears are glowingly red, bright enough to read by.

Armand snorts a little at Nathan and smiles cheekily. "What'd ya expect me ta do? Have a panic attack an' punch you out?" The Cajun laughs lightly, pushing the other's hair out of his face.

"I wasn't sure." He laughs as well. "I've had that happen, you know. Not a pleasant sight." Sighing softly as he remembers that incident, eyes seeming to go far away for a moment.

The Cajun nuzzles Nathan's neck. "M'already in yer lap. If I was gonna freak out on ya I would've done it already, mon ami." he states, trying to pull him out of the bad memory.

He blinks at Armand and then laughs again. "I suppose you're right, aren't you?" Holding him a little bit closer in to his body and kissing his cheek now. "Glad I found you out there...haven't had a good snuggle in forever."

((I won't be on again til Sunday. Gotta go to my mother's for the weekend))

The cajun grinned playfully, leaning into Nathan. "Nor have I, mon ami. I was still a little kid, las' time I was in some one's lap..." He laughs a little bit.

(Well, poo--I will miss you, you know.)

He closes his eyes, nuzzling lightly, appreciating the touch, pausing before speaking. "Well, you can sit in mine anytime, okay? I mean it."

((Wellll. I've returned! :3 ))

Armand tries to remain in a cuddly, sappy mood, but Nathan's comment made the cajun begin to giggle, resting his forehead on Nathan's shoulder as he does so.

He blushes brightly, laughing as well. "That...sounded a little goofy, huh?" Blushing as one hand reached up to pet Armand's head, playing lightly with his hair.

Armand recovers from his giggle fit and straightens up a little, smiling warmly. "Jus' a little bit..." He answers with another giggle.

He looks at Armand fondly for a moment. "You know, if you don't watch it, I'm going to want to keep you and tame you and call you mine."

The Cajun gave Nathan a snarky grin. "Yeah..? That may prove to be more difficult den you think... Bigger men then you have tried, mon ami."

"What methods did they use?" He raises an eyebrow, looking slightly shocked at that news. And more than a little concerned, worried for his new friend.

"Certainly not the kindly one you're usin'." Armand snorts, frowning and not looking real keen on explaining in any other detail than that.

He blinks a little, then blushes, glancing away. "Shit. Armand, you know I'm not serious, when I talk about...taming you, keeping you. I would never try to break you or hurt you."

Armand laughs a little, smooching Nathan's cheek lightly. "Oui, I know..." He answers softly. "Though you keep treatin' me so nice an' I may not ever leave."

"That'll be up to you. You tell me when you want to go. Until then, you're welcome to stay. I mean it." He nods, then leans in to give Armand a tiny light kiss on the tip of the nose.