Log with Ianto: Date Night

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It was strange, really, how much effort Sulu had put into preparing for this date with Ianto. His usual modus operandi was to comb back his hair a bit, throw on a tee-shirt and jeans and just, well, show up. No flowers, no chocolates, no presents, just a casual sort of attitude that usually worked wonders to make the whole situation less stressful for both parties.

But. Ianto was not part of his usual style and Sulu found himself taking twice as long getting ready as he did for anyone else. Hell, he'd even went shopping for clothes he'd never normally wear (with Gwen, who he was pretty sure enjoyed putting him through the wringer when it came to Ianto), put effort into how his hair looked, took three double-glances in the mirror - Jesus. It was only a date.

With Ianto. The guy who had this uncanny ability to make him feel like his awkward fifteen-year-old self just by grabbing his hand.

At least he had an excuse for the gift - he'd told Ianto that he'd bring him a plant, and it was Ianto's birthday present, anyway, so it wasn't like this was specifically date-related. He could still pretend to be at least a little casual about these kinds of things. You know, despite the fact that his stomach twisted into knots as soon as he called Ianto to make sure that no last-minute Torchwood business had come up.

World hopping, luckily, did nothing to mess up his hair (not that you could really mess up the generic look it always fell into when he tried to style it), nor did it cause the plant he had in hand to wither, wilt, or otherwise be destroyed. He'd gone out of his way to find a nice pot for it, something a little more futuristic than traditional terracotta, since Ianto would appreciate that more than tradition. Hopefully.

After all, this whole date was pretty traditional. Sulu even went for the front-door approach, which he hadn't done since his girlfriend in senior year of high school. He shook himself out a bit for a second, minding the plant, so he could get rid of some of the jitters he was feeling, and then rolled his eyes at his own idiocy and just went for knocking on the door, before he could get himself even more worked up than he already was.

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Ianto, who had been pulling out of his parking spot and onto the road, had to focus pretty hard on his driving not to blush or think too hard about Sulu's backseat comment. "Well... I suppose that it is," he said, trying to play off his reaction as being normal and smooth, but really knowing that he was about as far from smooth as he could be at that moment. The question that ran through his mind at that moment, though, was whether to react as he normally would, or to go one step further and play it off. They, well. They were on a date, after all. Sulu seemed to have no sort of problem playing things off like that, so maybe... Maybe he should too? Taking a breath, he thought he'd give it a try.

"I. Since you aren't familiar with sedans like this, I will tell you that backseats, regardless of how roomy they might seem, really aren't roomy enough for those things when you get right down to it," Ianto said, blushing. "I mean. Certainly... Certainly not for someone as tall as. Well...me." He kept his eyes firmly planted on the road. There was no taking back a statement like that, so he had to just hope that it came across as...well, not smooth, because it wasn't. But as showing that he wasn't freaking out too much about everything. Because he wasn't. Sure, his heart rate was up, but that was mostly with anticipation for it all than anything else.

He almost immediately started second guessing himself on that comment, though, and fought for something else to say. "It's, ehm...it's only about 5, 10 minutes from here. The place we're headed to, that is."

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Sulu was honestly surprised that Ianto had gone along with it so easily; he had half-expected some flustered response, and had considered the fact that he could very well be ruining the mood once more. But Ianto rolled with it as best he could, considering how anxious they both really were in the situation.

Sulu let the conversation change go with a laugh, because really, that was a problem in every time, wasn't it? Being tall, and - well, Ianto was probably pretty flexible. He had to have made it work.

Nodding his head as he tuned quickly in to what Ianto was saying, he pushed that whole line of thought out of his head. "That's fine. I'm actually kind of hungry, anyway." Nerves all day had made it a pain to try and force down replicated food, after all.

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"Well, that's good," Ianto said, with a smile, hoping he wasn't being too awkward about all of this. "I mean, that is the point of going out to a restaurant, after all. Eating I mean, that is." God, where was all of that courage that he had found before, when he'd met with the other man in his cabin on that one day? Ianto'd really appreciate if he could have it back, and preferably before he made too much of a fool of himself.

Right, okay. Maybe... Maybe he should talk about the place that they were headed to. "It's. We're going to 'The Prince of Wales'," he said, turning to smile briefly at Sulu. "I thought you might get a kick out of the name. It's... It's big. Doesn't really have a regular crowd, so we don't have to worry about y'know, taking anyone's usual seat and starting some sort of bar fight, or something. It's an old theater that they converted into a pub, and the top floor's a restaurant as well, so. That's..." Ianto realized he probably shouldn't have been explaining all of this, it wasn't very romantic to reason his way through his choice of restaurant, but it was too late now. "That's why I chose it, for the atmosphere and the food," he finished, lamely.

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Sure enough, Sulu grinned at the name, thinking it was perfect for their date. He refrained from making any comments about it, though, because they'd all be silly and corny and he really didn't want to do that right now. Maybe later.

He leaned into the seat comfortably, looking out the windshield at the things they were passing, and idly realized that he really was okay with all of this. Occasionally, thoughts of the different timeline issue had crossed his mind, and it had been slightly worrisome. After all, Sulu was 200 years ahead of Ianto, and they were in different universes altogether. There was the prime directive, there were protocols -

But, even with all of that... Sulu was all right with it. It was all fine. He looked over at Ianto briefly, and smiled a little. "I appreciate the thought. We should probably wait until the second or third date to get into a barfight, anyway. Can't do all the fun stuff the first night, after all."

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Ianto nodded, smiling, his head reeling at the suggestion of a second or third date. Sure, he'd known that it would be a possibility, more dates, and had even rather been expecting there to be some. But the fact that they hadn't even really gone on their first and Sulu was already mentioning wanting to go on others, well. That had to be a good sign, right?

"I'm not exactly sure that I'd really enjoy getting into a barfight on any dates, really. Not if I can help it, at least. Not something that I exactly aspire to be involved in someday, or anything."

True to his word, the pub that Ianto was talking about really wasn't that far away, and Ianto was suddenly pulling up to park across the street from a impressive looking stone building that clearly was the destination that they were aiming for, both from the description Ianto gave, and from the sign out in the front. "Here we are," Ianto said, putting the car into park. "I've only been once or twice myself, but it was pretty good those times that I remember, so. I... I hope you like it." Ianto couldn't help but be a little nervous at his choice, as he unbuckled and moved to get out of the car.

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"They're not much fun," Sulu observed casually, "You know, everyone's had too much to drink, the reason for it is usually stupid, half of your punches don't connect... You end up looking like an idiot, even if you win." Not that he'd participated in any fights directly; Sulu was more the kind of guy to passively let his friends fight their fights for whatever reason they decided they needed to. It didn't help that he was always drunk when those things happened.

Sulu followed Ianto's moves to get out of the car, looking across the street to eye the place Ianto had picked out with an appreciative gaze. It looked old, even by 21st century standards, and it was just as big and impressive as older buildings usually looked. "The whole thing's a bar?" he asked, "It's pretty huge for a pub." The exterior also made him wonder if they were a little too casually dressed, but Sulu had a feeling Ianto never went anywhere underdressed.

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"Well, sort of," Ianto said, locking the car and looking both ways before leading the two of them across the street towards the building. (That was all he needed, to have either of them hit by a truck or something this close to the date actually happening.) "I mean, like I said, it used to be a theater, and they really haven't changed too much of the inside, or anything. The bottom floor's more like a pub, while the top floor, with the balconies, it's more of a sit down and eat sort of affair. Both floors have bars, but..." Ianto turned to the other, slowing down so that they wouldn't get to the doors quite just yet, not without covering a little bit more first. "Don't worry about how it looks on the outside, it really is a pub, I swear. I mean, it's one of the nicer ones, but. I mean, you look nice too, so. Don't worry about it."

"I figured I might leave which floor we end up on up to you. I mean, this is your first time eating out in Cardiff, after all. Because no," he said, with a quirk of his eyebrow, "the chip shop, while excellent, really doesn't count. So..." he said, smiling at the other, taking a minute to stand back and admire just how nice Sulu looked in that blazer, "which'll it be, then?"

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Sulu generally imagined theaters to be smaller, less imposing structures, so he chalked up the confusion to time and-or cultural differences. He smiled at Ianto's compliment, deciding to himself that he'd probably need to go and get a hold of more clothing like this. After all, if Ianto thought it looked good, it had to.

He thought over the choice for a moment, wondering which one would be better off. Ianto's mention of bars on both levels made him think that maybe a few drinks wouldn't go completely amiss right now, and besides. They weren't really a fancy dining sort of couple. (They were a couple, right? At least for tonight?) "We should probably go for the pub. It'll be a little more..." He waved a hand, grinning bashfully, "My style, honestly."

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"Your style, eh?" Ianto asked, with an almost cocky smile. Sitting at the pub tables would be a lot more relaxed than the sit-down style, honestly. Probably better to start of with the two of them like that, all things considered. He grinned, nodding, and moved to lead them into the pub himself. He'd been there before, so he knew how to go about getting them a seat and where would be the best table in regards to how far from the kitchen and the bar and the music they would be, because Ianto paid attention to things like that even when he had absolutely no reason to.

Ianto found then a tall table with a pair of stools for the two of them park themselves at, and sat down at one of the stools. "Does this work for you?" he asked. "I mean, there's always sitting at the bar, but." He gestured over to the crowd that that was sitting over there, and they weren't all that inviting, especially not to two people who might be stumbling over each other until they really got their conversation going enough. Ianto wasn't sure how well he could hide the fact that they were, well, on a date, from other people. "This might be the better choice, after all," he said, making a bit of a face.

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Sulu followed Ianto in, confident that the more casual style of the pub was going to be better for both of them in the long run. Not to mention, he wouldn't feel so awkward getting something to drink when they were somewhere that basically required alcohol.

"Nah, this is fine," he said, taking the opposite stool for himself. He glanced over at the bar before shaking his head. "Yeah, I don't really like sitting at the bar. Plus, I doubt it's really the kind of... the whole mood we're going for, you know?" He grinned at Ianto, knowing full well that the other was trying to keep their whole situation on the downlow. He couldn't help but tease him a little about it. After all, other than giving this meeting a distinctly romantic title, they really were going to probably be doing what they normally did - hang out and talk about whatever came up.

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Ianto ducked his head, blushing, as he thrust the drink and foods menu toward Sulu. "No, I doubt that it is," he said, trying to play it cool at least with his voice, since he couldn't exactly keep control over how ridiculous his actions were. "I mean, people at the bar are usually looking to pick other people up, and well. I'm quite happy with just the two of us tonight, thanks," he said, picking up a bar menu of his own to hide behind for a second while he collected himself.

Ianto had been there once before, but he hadn't really taken the time to peruse the selection himself, and decided that reading the descriptions of the ales one by one was as good a way as any to keep himself from getting too worked up about this. Although the promise of an ale after he'd made a decision was definitely a deciding factor in why he wasn't quite so jittery as he might have otherwise been.

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Sulu laughed and took the menu, humming a bit as he looked it over, glancing up at Ianto briefly. "Yeah, I think we're better off with just us." After all, he was breaking enough regulation with just Ianto, and nobody else here was nearly as attractive to be worth it.

Wow, did he really just think that?

"So," he said after a moment of looking over the listing, "Beer or liquor?" He figured he should give Ianto a say in what he was going to drink, since the other was paying - and, well, he'd have to deal with him. Sulu knew his limits, thankfully, but right now... "And, you realize you're going to have to choose what kind of food to subject me to. I have no idea what would be good."

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"Don't worry," Ianto said, giving the food menu a quick once-over, "I think I've already decided what we should do for food, it's really more the drink that you should be worried about anyway." He flipped to the drink section of the menu. "As for which, well... I'm kind of partial to ales, when I'm out to a pub, so I'm going to say we should probably just stick to the drafts for the night, rather than venture into any of the harder stuff. Besides," Ianto said, tipping Sulu a grin, "the UK has some pretty amazing local brews, if you're willing to give one of them a try. We do have some imports, though, if you're into that. It really just depends on what sort of a drink strikes your fancy, yeah?"

"And, if you're worried about the alcohol, well," he leaned forward, motioning on Sulu's menu, "it does give you the alcohol content. Especially on the ales page, the ones lower to the bottom are the stronger ones, and all. If there's one thing that Wales and most of the United Kingdom knows anything about," he said, with a shrug and a smile, "it's our alcohol."

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Sulu grinned a bit as Ianto leaned over, tilting his menu a bit to give Ianto a better view of what he was pointing at. "I'm not too worried about the alcohol content. I trust you not to take advantage of me." He winked as he said it, but in truth he probably wouldn't mind something like that. He really wouldn't mind it. But this definitely wasn't the time or the place; maybe later, he'd push the bill, depending on how Ianto was feeling by the end of the night.

He put the menu on the table and crossed his arms across the tabletop, raising an eyebrow in a bit of a challenging manner. "Well, since you know more about what to drink than I do, maybe I should let you order for me. I can drink pretty much anything - it's one of those things I've trained myself for." He laughed, "You never know what an ambassador's going to offer you for a drink, and in most cultures, spit-taking isn't really a sign of good will."

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Ianto raised an eyebrow at Sulu. "Anything?" Ianto asked, chuckling a little. "You're trusting me to order the food and the drink? Duw. Well, alright then." He looked the menu over again, trying to find something that he thought Sulu might like. "That's a tall order, I hope you know. I've got a reputation to uphold, in these sorts of things. I can usually guess how people'd like to take their coffee, but their hops..."

Ianto raised his head, opening his mouth to ask if Sulu'd prefer light or dark, at least, or to dig something out of him to go on, but he stopped himself, shutting his mouth again, and just looked at Sulu. Nothing too strong, to start off with, because Sulu had said that he took to alcohol rather strongly, so. And... Well, the other man didn't really seem like a dark drink type of person. What might he actually really enjoy...? He looked down to his menu, putting some actual thought into this, so that when the waiter came by, he thought he might know exactly what to get.

Taking the menu from the other man, so he wouldn't be able to know what it was that Ianto ordered for him, he handed them to the waiter, putting in an order for food by the generic name of the Wetherspoon sharer for the two of them, a pint of Thwaites Highwayman for himself, and something called Celdonian Deuchars for Sulu. As the waiter left, he shot the other a look. "You left it up to me, just so you know. You have to take full responsibility if you end up with something you don't like, yeah? I'm... I'm not used to ordering for someone else, or anything," he said, with a blush.

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"I can't even pronounce half of this stuff," Sulu pointed out at Ianto's question, "And I really hate making an ass of myself in public." And besides - if he was on a date in a different century, in a country he'd only recently started visiting, he wasn't going to order a Budweiser Classic just because that was something he was used to. Starfleet was all about boldly going, after all, no matter how mundane it was.

He'd been slightly distracted by an uplift in volume by the bar, watching the people there talking and laughing, but he looked back to Ianto after a moment and was honestly a little surprised to see the other cataloging him like he was. Ianto looked down before Sulu could say anything, and so he just smiled vaguely and watched him glance over the menu.

When he placed the order and told Sulu not to blame him, Sulu just laughed. "Don't worry, I won't make you order for me all the time. But I have a feeling I can trust your judgment, here."

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Ianto smirked, slightly. "Well, I should hope that you wouldn't make me order for you all the time. I mean, I. I really don't mind this time, but." He laughed, a bit embarrassed. "Honestly, sometimes I have enough trouble deciding what I want myself, you might just end up getting whatever I do all the time, if you keep it up."

He quirked an eyebrow. "It'd be interesting to see if I do guess right for you, though. I mean, maybe we'll discover another hidden talent of mine, or something? Y'know, not only can I get people's coffee right, but their alcohol as well. Not...not that I'd really be serving that many people alcohol, or even taking them out to drink, but. Y'know. It's nice to have skills, and all." God, was he rambling again? He blushed, and wished the drinks to come back faster, even though they'd barely just placed the order.

"Sorry, I..." he started, but stopped himself, swallowing, before he continued. "I'm trying to hide the fact that I'm a bit nervous, only I don't think that it's working very well. It's. It's been a while since I've been on a date, or anything like that. I, ehm. I promise not to giggle or anything embarrassing like that, but I might need to drink about half a glass of what I've ordered before I calm down enough to be, y'know." He blushed. "Tolerable, and all."

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It was endearing, how much effort Ianto was putting into trying to not show his nervousness in front of Sulu. He talked as much as he could about any particular topic, which was a good way to cover your anxiety, but the fact was that Ianto realized that was what he was doing, more often than not, and then he'd blush and stammer to a halt.

Sulu nearly reached out to give Ianto's hand a reassuring squeeze, but he decided that that probably wouldn't help Ianto's nerves any - not in this public a place. Which was bizarre to think about, really; he'd never had to consider these kinds of things when it came to dating someone. He never had to think twice about touching his date, or kissing them or anything like that. He was pretty sure this century was just very much ass-backwards, and he knew it would eventually get sorted out. But by then -

"Don't worry about it," Sulu said with a grin, "I'm not complaining. I like it when you get tongue-tied. And besides, it's not like I go out all the time, myself. I'm not exactly relaxed right now - that's what the alcohol's for."

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Ianto raised an eyebrow, looking both flustered and amused at the fact that Sulu had just admitted to liking when the fact that he got absolutely ridiculous about things, sometimes. "Well, I'm glad that you like it, because unless a miracle happens, it's not going to just up and disappear anytime soon. This, well. This issue of mine. I... I am working on it, obviously. I mean, I probably wouldn't have ever agreed to this date if I didn't think that someday, I could be completely comfortable around you." Only after he said that statement, did he realize just what that actually really implied.

"Wow," he said, surprised with himself. "Yeah. Obviously. This is what the alcohol's for, like you said. I. I'm jealous of how well you handle yourself under stress, though, really. I mean. You're certainly not making a fool of yourself blushing and stuttering at me, like I seem to be set on doing to you."

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"Someday" was the word that really caught in Sulu's mind. "Someday" wasn't a temporary kind of word. It meant more than just a handful of dates and a few months together. It was a really committed word to use. And Sulu wasn't normally much on commitment, since he preferred to go where the time took him, but - he smiled at Ianto, because honestly? Someday sounded perfectly good to him.

"It's more Starfleet training, honestly," Sulu said, "Than me being myself. I'm perfectly capable of acting like an idiot, and you know it. I've just gotten better at hiding it. You can't look like you're terrified when you're stuck in a cave with two ensigns, you know?" He chewed his lip, adding quickly, "Not that I'm comparing this date to space bears or anything. I mean, it's just... one of the good things about being in the military. You know, trying to be cool." Not that he did a very good job right there.

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Ianto smirked, raising an eyebrow slightly at Sulu, and really, he couldn't help but tease a little. Sulu had done the same to him, a little, after all, it was only fair. "I should certainly hope that I'm at least a little easier to deal with than space bears." A waiter came by with water for the table, which may not have been the drink that Ianto was looking for quite yet, but he gratefully accepted it and took a sip.

"I. I think I can understand how that would make sense, being in the military. I mean. Especially the higher up you are on the ladder, and all. I mean. Torchwood might not be the military, but Jack used to be, and I've seen him deal with enough crises to know that there's a difference between how you feel and how you appear to the crew, but."

Ianto snorted. "I've never seen Jack use anything like that successfully when it comes to more everyday situations, you know? So. It's commendable, the fact that you can, even just a little. I'm...I'm about as far from military background as you could get, though, which is why, I guess, I'm the one stuttering at you and all." He snorted. "Does military training help you to not run your mouth in situations like these, too, or is it just the fact that I can't seem to keep quiet that makes it so that you can't get a word in between it all?"

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Sulu laughed, "A little easier? You aren't out to rend me limb from limb, and your company's better, so I'd say that's more than a little." He thanked the waiter as he put down the water, fiddling with the glass for the time-being instead of drinking it. He wasn't going to drink when Ianto did, after all - that would be a little silly.

He couldn't help but grin at Ianto's question, leaning his head in his hand as he gazed over at the other. "Honestly? A little of the training, but more of it comes from the fact that I like it when you talk, so I don't mind it when you talk a lot. Even if it's just nerves that get you like that."

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Neither the gazing nor the complimenting escaped Ianto, and so he blushed prettily in reaction to both of them (though he would forever deny the fact that he did anything prettily, he was a man god damn it, and it was bad enough that he blushed as much as he did already).

"...because of the accent, then?" he asked, flustered. At least, he guessed it was the accent. If it was something about the actual sound of his voice, or the fact that Sulu actually enjoyed hearing what he had to say about nothing, then... Well, Sulu was going to have to say that for himself, then. Ianto was not going to let himself assume anything, here.

God, though. If Sulu knew that complimenting him got him to just babble more, then it was a dirty trick, but one that really worked. "Because, you know, just about everyone in this pub has an accent like mine. Or well, similar to mine. What with it being Wales and all. Ironic, that you'd find a lot of Welshmen in the country they're supposed to live in. You can just as easily pick up on anyone else's accent here as well, without allowing myself to go on about nothing like I apparently seem to have a penchant for doing whenever you're around." He put his face in his hands. What was wrong with him? They hadn't even gotten the alcohol delivered, yet. "D'you know, I really don't usually talk this much. Ever."

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Sulu's grin widened just a bit at the blush, absolutely enthralled by it. He'd never met someone who blushed as much as Ianto did; even Pavel was pretty good at hiding that kind of embarrassed tell. Then again, he probably had to learn fast, being so young. Ianto, though, Ianto's face would flush, and the fact that he knew it only made it better. Sulu had a feeling, though, that the blushing only really lasted for a few minutes at a time. He didn't think that, if they were in Ianto's flat, and Sulu was using the same lines on him, there would be much blushing at all.

Which was an interesting train of thought that he really, really didn't need to be following right now.

He reached over finally and patted Ianto on the arm lightly, laughing. "Ianto, the point of this isn't to direct me towards every other Welsh guy in the bar. You realize that, right?" He added with a smile, "Besides, it's not just your accent that I like."

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Ianto took his face out of his hands at the patting on his arm, although the blush really didn't go away at the add-on that Sulu tagged on at the end. Sulu was right in thinking that if they were in Ianto's flat, where Ianto could react as he saw fit, maybe. Maybe there wouldn't be as much blushing, exactly. Maybe Ianto might even be flirting more. Well, more than he was, that is. The fact of the matter was, though, that because they were in public, although it was nice to go out, it made Ianto guard himself, and well. All of that guarding had to manifest somehow, and his body chemistry apparently had decided that that was through blushing.

And yet. Ianto was curious as to where Sulu was exactly going with this train of conversation. "At... At the risk of embarrassing at least myself a bit more, it... It isn't?" he questioned, his eyes curious and guarded at the same time. He hoped it didn't come across as him fishing for compliments--he was generally curious, and it should be plainly obvious that he didn't take compliments very smoothly at all, so why would he fish for them in the first place.