[ He Xuan takes the potential blackmail material easily, slipping it somewhere that doesn't allow even the slightest bit of ease for such a thing to fall out.
When the other man tells him 'not out here', he doesn't bother making any argument. See, He Xuan knows the importance of certain subjects and matters to be kept under wraps—where no one can simply eavesdrop and learn something they shouldn't. Of course, it's a simple matter to follow quickly, eventually stepping inside into their private room. After the door's shut (and presumably locked), he's watching Tartaglia make strides over to the bed, and sits like he's gotten accustomed to his current attire.
In this too does He Xuan make a movement to follow, stopping slightly as he spots the gift basket, and unsurprisingly picking up a couple of the chocolates. One might argue he is a glutton for punishment, but really, it's a struggle not to have taken any from the baggie he's had. What's a few more?
Though, his golden eyes might have caught sight of a note, but Tartaglia's talking, and his attention flickers more over to him instead. Next, he unwraps one already, bringing it close to eat. ]
So that's why he views you with such...vitriol.
[ He Xuan recalls the words Diluc used to describe Tartaglia when he went to confront him, though he doesn't think of the red head any better for it. But whatever the case, he's not the type of person to find those aspects so troublesome that he'd never want to see the man before him ever again.
As for the question...well, it gives him pause. It's not something he'd ever necessarily tell anyone under most circumstances. The problem is, that he doesn't feel inclined to hide even this.
What does that say about him? He Xuan is trying very hard not to think about that, like the way he's trying not to think about the way Tartaglia is dressed, and the fact the both of them are in a private room. By which we mean, he's failing. ]
No smart remarks.
[ He says quickly, moving to tuck a strand of loose hair behind one of his ears, which falls back into place.
Anyway, he's trying to figure a way to say this delicately. Except, He Xuan is a fairly blunt person, so it goes as one might imagine. ]
...Do you remember when the goddess made a fool of Diluc for engaging in certain activities? He took umbrage with the fact that I would not allow him to do as he pleased.
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When the other man tells him 'not out here', he doesn't bother making any argument. See, He Xuan knows the importance of certain subjects and matters to be kept under wraps—where no one can simply eavesdrop and learn something they shouldn't. Of course, it's a simple matter to follow quickly, eventually stepping inside into their private room. After the door's shut (and presumably locked), he's watching Tartaglia make strides over to the bed, and sits like he's gotten accustomed to his current attire.
In this too does He Xuan make a movement to follow, stopping slightly as he spots the gift basket, and unsurprisingly picking up a couple of the chocolates. One might argue he is a glutton for punishment, but really, it's a struggle not to have taken any from the baggie he's had. What's a few more?
Though, his golden eyes might have caught sight of a note, but Tartaglia's talking, and his attention flickers more over to him instead. Next, he unwraps one already, bringing it close to eat. ]
So that's why he views you with such...vitriol.
[ He Xuan recalls the words Diluc used to describe Tartaglia when he went to confront him, though he doesn't think of the red head any better for it. But whatever the case, he's not the type of person to find those aspects so troublesome that he'd never want to see the man before him ever again.
As for the question...well, it gives him pause. It's not something he'd ever necessarily tell anyone under most circumstances. The problem is, that he doesn't feel inclined to hide even this.
What does that say about him? He Xuan is trying very hard not to think about that, like the way he's trying not to think about the way Tartaglia is dressed, and the fact the both of them are in a private room. By which we mean, he's failing. ]
No smart remarks.
[ He says quickly, moving to tuck a strand of loose hair behind one of his ears, which falls back into place.
Anyway, he's trying to figure a way to say this delicately. Except, He Xuan is a fairly blunt person, so it goes as one might imagine. ]
...Do you remember when the goddess made a fool of Diluc for engaging in certain activities? He took umbrage with the fact that I would not allow him to do as he pleased.