[He makes a face at Sampo, who, frankly speaking, deserves it. It's the sort of rare irritation that the Silvermane Guard barely see, the public hardly ever sees, and his sisters sometimes see - he's not a paragon of the Preservation, he's not a captain, not someone who defies life. He's but a man, and a very kind of annoyed man at that. Not irate, not angry, just fucking irritated and consistently so. Less intensity of anger, and more intensity of how long he's going to be grumpy about this.
Because, ultimately, it's not like Sampo hurt him. It's just-]
I would've wanted to dance with you.
[Grump. Gepard picks up the pace a little, and if Sampo pulls away then that's his problem, otherwise the goal is this: get Sampo somewhere marginally more quiet, shove him against the wall, make out with him. Work off the constant grump through more productive ways. That sort of thing. Because he's a physical person, and understands touch better than feelings, sometimes.]
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Because, ultimately, it's not like Sampo hurt him. It's just-]
I would've wanted to dance with you.
[Grump. Gepard picks up the pace a little, and if Sampo pulls away then that's his problem, otherwise the goal is this: get Sampo somewhere marginally more quiet, shove him against the wall, make out with him. Work off the constant grump through more productive ways. That sort of thing. Because he's a physical person, and understands touch better than feelings, sometimes.]