[ Blake doesn't step back at Jaskier's invasion, his expression unchanging as he studies the bard's approach. But the hand down his chest is caught and kept, brought together between Blake's fingers. His eyebrow raises slightly while holding Jaskier gently around the wrist, thumb plucking at the button and clasp like the string of an instrument. ]
Perhaps you do.
[ He pops the button and makes movesto slide the glove from Jaskier's hand, unsheathing him for lack of a better term. His own reaction to the other man's goading has him realizing there are likely revisions to be made to those gloves to make them more useful to the recipient. ]
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Perhaps you do.
[ He pops the button and makes movesto slide the glove from Jaskier's hand, unsheathing him for lack of a better term. His own reaction to the other man's goading has him realizing there are likely revisions to be made to those gloves to make them more useful to the recipient. ]