"My--?"
Cygnus interrupted his own question, lips parting to form a small o of sudden comprehension. He had, in all honestly, been so focused on the meeting itself that the reason for it slipped his mind, and so he'd quite forgotten that Gaultier promised a pleasant surprise. What it could possibly be, Cygnus could barely begin to guess, and that utter ignorance was clearly visible on his face as he held Gaultier's unrelenting stare, shoulders rolling back to ease the coat from his frame.
"Eager, yes," he added, matching Gaultier's whisper with a typically hoarse one of his own. Now freed of his coat, he moved his hands, placing each lightly behind one of Gaultier's elbows as he continued to study the other man. "But, I admit, less for the gift, and more for -- this." A flick of his eyes, gaze sweeping to take in the room and the discarded whiskey -- that brought a slight upward tilt to his lips -- indicated that this was in fact this meeting; and with a small, almost sheepish shrug, he returned his gaze to Gaultier.
He'd already apologized, as profusely as he ever did, yet he felt as though there was something that needed to be said. But what? Unsure of himself, Cygnus switched his attention to the gift, clearing his throat as he asked, "Is it large?"
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