[Niles chuckles in as good-natured a tone as possible for him, and he stands up. He approaches Xander slowly but confidently, like one would approach a nervous horse.]
Note taken.
[When he's within arm's reach he slides his palms over Xander's side, just under his ribs and trails them down to his hip bones. His fingers dip under the waist of his pants and small clothes helpfully pushing them down just a little bit as Xander deals with the fastenings.]
Is 'Xander' too informal as well, your majesty? Your Grace? My Lord Oh Powerful King of Nohr?
[His nails dig in a little more with each increasingly pompous title. He loves riding this line between flirting and treasonous disrespect.]
no subject
Note taken.
[When he's within arm's reach he slides his palms over Xander's side, just under his ribs and trails them down to his hip bones. His fingers dip under the waist of his pants and small clothes helpfully pushing them down just a little bit as Xander deals with the fastenings.]
Is 'Xander' too informal as well, your majesty? Your Grace? My Lord Oh Powerful King of Nohr?
[His nails dig in a little more with each increasingly pompous title. He loves riding this line between flirting and treasonous disrespect.]