Hannibal had to stare at the other man a little extra but he got the message well enough. Technically he could 'see' but not exactly with his eyes. He leaned in a little to get a better look at the difficult to read silvers on Rick's face, something he'd done more than once at this point, focused on those two points.
"Well-"
He hadn't immediately noticed Rick's hand move and getting pulled in threw off what he was going to say. His hand settled on the man's chest by reflex, then patted once appreciatively against the impressive musculature of the larger man. Hannibal couldn't help the little smirk that broke through his otherwise concerned and serious expression.
"Oh yeah you can," he answered back, "I definitely noticed." The shift wasn't lost on the Jedi even though he still couldn't get a very good sense of him most of the time. Hannibal was, as he said, more than willing to get to removing pants with the enticing boatman while he was still on the planet, especially after how the last time went so well. Emeralds traveled their way down Rick's body and below his hips, eyebrows raising distractedly.
But he was also stubborn as hell and his eyes came back up to his face, eventually. Even so the hand on his chest very casually dropped lower over his bare torso. The hand settled just below the waist of his pants.
"This those 'Jedi Services' you had in mind, Mr. Boatman? Have a suggestion of my own, buuut..."
Stupid sexy Rick.
"How about a little feeling first?"
"Well-"
He hadn't immediately noticed Rick's hand move and getting pulled in threw off what he was going to say. His hand settled on the man's chest by reflex, then patted once appreciatively against the impressive musculature of the larger man. Hannibal couldn't help the little smirk that broke through his otherwise concerned and serious expression.
"Oh yeah you can," he answered back, "I definitely noticed." The shift wasn't lost on the Jedi even though he still couldn't get a very good sense of him most of the time. Hannibal was, as he said, more than willing to get to removing pants with the enticing boatman while he was still on the planet, especially after how the last time went so well. Emeralds traveled their way down Rick's body and below his hips, eyebrows raising distractedly.
But he was also stubborn as hell and his eyes came back up to his face, eventually. Even so the hand on his chest very casually dropped lower over his bare torso. The hand settled just below the waist of his pants.
"This those 'Jedi Services' you had in mind, Mr. Boatman? Have a suggestion of my own, buuut..."
Stupid sexy Rick.
"How about a little feeling first?"
@Sreeya