"I will take the same amount of care with your clock as I would any item I am working on. You have my word."
Duke wondered if he should reveal how he'd come to see Cles in the first place. Would telling him of the recommendations help at all? Perhaps it might - later, he would think it was a good idea because it would appeal to him for a different reason completely. Standing out of the way this time, no matter the fact that he wanted to be close (he'd caught the scent that seemed to cling to the greenrider and Faranth, no one was allowed to smell so delectable, especially not men like Cles) he crossed his arms over his chest and watched the other man as he worked. "I'm not sure if it at all matters, but I come on the recommendation of others. I asked around to see who I should go to about the repairs, and each time you were the one that was mentioned as being the best."
Oh my...I am probably an awful creature for finding so much entertainment in watching those like you try to win over my rider, but I do.
The fact that he wasn't the only one that wished to win Cles over didn't surprise Duke as it probably should have. The man he was looking at was attractive, of that there was no doubt. Even with his... brusque manner, he was certain there was someone worth knowing underneath the shelled layer, and he was determined to get beneath it. He could be patient, he supposed. He wasn't used to the cold shoulders he was receiving, or the lack of reception, having gone from being a "golden boy" of Fort to lacking any substance or rank here at New Atricis. But that just meant the duration of the chase, and the efforts he put into it, between himself and Cles would be all the more sweet, and there'd be more substance there than just 'Let's go to my apartment for the "real" payment...'
Appeal to his intellect? Well, there is something that has never been tried before. And you figured it out so easily.
He glanced at her, shifted from foot to foot. He was sensing sarcasm and genuine wit. Rather than being offended by it, he found himself smirking in her direction. He liked
this green. You're an amazing creature. Never change.
That being said, he would have asked her to give him some sort of idea of how to appeal to her rider the, if doing so by intellect wasn't going to do the trick. But he figured she wouldn't do that, out of concern and protectiveness for Cles, so he kept the request firm to himself. You'll have to trust me, please. I don't intend to hurt him, if that's a worry you have. I'm not going to fuck and run either. I have more pride and honor than that.
A second time on this day he thought about his former weyrmates and his stomach rolled. I've been hurt before, I wouldn't do that to another person. Besides, I don't even know what it is I intend at this moment, only that I intend something at some point.
I do so apologize. In my amusement of your predicament I have neglected my own manners. My name is Ylpeysth. I truly do hope you're as patient as you claim.
Even with his last appeal, he figured she would find some humor in it, but rather than feel offended, he decided to roll with it. Extending a mental hand of warmth, Duke smiled in her direction and tipped his head, placed two fingers against his forehead and saluted her in silence. You shall see, Ylpeysth. Perhaps it will take me longer than I'm anticipating, but anything worth having usually takes time. My Wojoth would say that such a phrase could be said of he and I - we weren't found by each other until I was later in my life.
It was one example that he could offer her, though there was more than one that he could provide; he was prepared to do so for as long as she required it of him, if she did at all.
"Good news there doesn't seem to be in irreparable damage. I should be able to get it working better than new."
That was fantastic and Duke was going to punch the air and grin in return because his clock wasn't going to be a piece of shit after all! He hadn't f ailed Cersei's gift, and it was going to be repaired better than new. But that expression of triumph, the way it made Cles' mouth curved just so, the way his galaxy eyes became twin orbs of swirling power, the manner in which his face just seemed to light up... Yeah, this was going to be difficult to pull off, this slow little seduction when it seemed like everything the greenrider did or said was setting him off. But it would be worth it in the end. Shaking himself of the images - most of them highly improper and making even Wojoth wish he could become flushed red - he swallowed down whatever words wanted
to tumble out and instead kept things relatively safe. "Well, obviously, I indeed came to the best. You've been sent to me at the best possible time, and I'm thankful for that. Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost? I've the marks, I'm willing to pay above and beyond what you have in mind for her."