”-… You’re an evil little shit, you know that?” His words lack snap, of course, despite the practised unamused expression narrowing sunlit eyes as he smacks at tugging fingers. He has absolutely no argument for the mother idea, given his additional biology, and Vincent knows it. Sneaky bastard. ”Then you’d be the one giving him the sex talk when he’s old enough, given that fathers usually talk to their sons and mothers deal with their daughters.”
Looking at him quietly for a moment, the same sly look plastered on his face, he suddenly comes up and places the softest of kisses against the corner of Chaos’s mouth before falling back to the bed with a light bounce, innocent look in his eyes. “I only have enough skill to put up with you.” At the suggestion, he pulls a rather comical face–one torn between disgust, horror, and amusement, with each expression attempting to accommodate for the others. “Indeed; that sex talk will happen if he brings home a girl: I’ll threaten to shoot his genitals off if he dares touch her." Quite serious in intent, though he is unsure how to truly handle that situation. No one had given him one; his father had been far too absorbed with work, and he simply had not shown an interest in anyone as a teenager. Any inclination at all had been firmly put out with his mother’s death, and so he had even not touched Lucrecia. Relenting in his face, he cedes, "You’ll have to be the man, after all. I…" Here he pauses, slightly embarrassed and unwilling to admit. ”…have little experience with it. Only with you, I…“ And he trails off, unsure how to continue.
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