Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

He’s grateful that the other seems content to absorb the Saints way of life. He doesn’t know all of it, but surely he’d understand soon with time and experience. Hopefully they’re not as bad as Leigh’s. Still, it’s obvious that the man is willing to learn and that only intrigues Kynareth further. A bright young mind such as him will be useful no matter the skill set he has. 

Yet, all of a sudden Kynareth seems to be breaking his concentration. He doesn’t know it, but he does. He can’t help but tease the other, it’s second nature for him. When the other only answers back with an easy Oh hush. Kynareth’s smile may or may not have gotten bigger. One of his circular brows quirking up with intrigue as he reassures him that his voice isn’t appalling to listen to. Which to him means I like the sound of your voice and I must be flirting with you. regardless if Patroclus meant it like that or not.

He manages to save his flirty comments. Rather taking interest in the way he requests permission to call upon him when he’s needed. The striped brute has no idea that he means him specifically... or he might. 

“Of course you can. Don’t ever hesitate to.” He answers quickly. It’s an easy decision. Every member should feel comfortable enough with him to call him in a time of need. 

But back to more important matters. Kynareth’s smile grows. Taking on a confident edge that only succeeds in making him look more handsome by the second. Or more like a dick, it depends on who’s watching. “So, you like the sound of my voice, huh?” He instantly accuses in a wonderfully flirty, but much too casual purr. His goal is to fluster him if able. His flirtatious tendencies shameless as he settles golden orbs on the smaller males face.