Wesker filled their glasses and set the bottle aside, then settled back into his seat. This wasn't necessarily a traditional romantic dinner, but it was cozy and intimate. The fact that she was trying to impress him didn't go unnoticed, but she had already impressed him in other ways. If she hadn't, he wouldn't be with her now.
"Other single parents seem to do just fine," he pointed out. When he raised his glass to her, he added, "But I hope he passed his combat training on to you. His skills were, and presumably still are, commendable."
"He did, but I know that he has never outrun a helicopter with a rail gun."
She's taken out zombies and tyrants, but that's the thing she bragged about. It was intended to be lighthearted, since bringing up all the other things she's beaten tread a bit close to work talk. And she didn't want to talk about Chris all night.
He didn't want to spend too much time talking about Chris either, nor did he want to tread toward the subject of work. They were on opposing sides where that was concerned.
He took a sip of his wine, considering her response for a moment. It was interesting to him that Claire saw so many positive attributes when others in her life would no doubt speak poorly of him on a regular basis.
"Dancing is not a talent many would expect me to have, I suppose."
Other people recognized those traits as well, they just coded them differently, because Wesker has harmed them, in their use. She just chose to see them as they were; his motivations didn't make him any less skilled.
"I would say so." She was surprised, in the good way. "You come off as someone who wouldn't be interested in dancing."
Admittedly, it wasn't something he had cared about at the time. Study and work seemed far more important. As he grew older, it was a skill he learned to appreciate.
"What do I seem like I would be interested in? Obvious choices aside."
Because of course his interest in science extended beyond his work.
"A good choice. I do enjoy a game of chess now and then, but mastery of the game requires a time commitment I simply can't afford."
There were too many other things to be done, and world class chess masters spent hours upon hours poring over strategies. While he could admire the dedication, that wasn't something he could see himself doing even if he did have the time.
"What occupies your time when you aren't working, dear heart?"
Her eyes lit up, because yes, she'd love to see his fucking Jag.
"I would. Later." Because she also has set plans for the evening. They do not involve leaving the apartment.
And that thought hovered in her head a bit, like it had repeatedly over the last few days. Wesker was here, in her apartment, for a very specific reason. That didn't have to involve dinner, or getting-to-know-you talk. She looked up at him then, studying his face, half hidden by those sunglasses.
"Thank you, by the way. For humoring me like this."
The look in her eyes didn't go unnoticed, but he chose not to comment on it. He wasn't sure if she was excited because it was a Jaguar or because it was his Jaguar, but he guessed she didn't get many opportunities to have a good look at or ride in one.
"Humoring you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're assuming I wouldn't have joined you for dinner without the prospect of sex."
Though it's a bit charming that was where he went to first: her asking him out.
"I'm saying this is technically an unnecessary step, since we both know what we want here. It's mostly for my comfort, and I appreciate you making the consideration."
Wesker would have thought she was foolish if she'd said no. He had hurt her in the past, and she had no good reason to believe that he wouldn't do so again.
Though he had no intentions of hurting her, Wesker hoped she would never fully trust him. It was never wise to fully trust anyone.
"Always remain cautious, dear heart. It will serve you well in life."
That sounded a bit more ominous than he intended, but hopefully she would take it as life advice and not some sort of threat.
She didn't take it as a threat. It didn't really have the right ring to it. Instead, she smiled wryly at him.
"I may be a bit ahead of your advice. I intend to warn you eventually; I keep a gun on my nightstand. And don't take it wrong, but it's staying there."
She wouldn't expect him to make any kind of promises like that. It was honestly just nice to be able to talk about it, and not be getting pity.
"I smile more than you think. You've just missed them." Not the first time he'd complimented her. But she liked it better without the impending sense of doom.
"Though I think we can get you caught up." Hell with it, she moved her leg, so her knee nudged against his. Just a litte thing, but why not flirt a bit?
He'd never given her a reason to smile in the past. Quite the opposite. Now things were going to be different between them. It was strange to think about, but he couldn't say he was displeased.
"Can we?" he asked, reaching up to gently caress her cheek with the backs of his knuckles. "I would like that."
How did he know how to do this? She'd never pictured him as a romantic sort. seductive sure, but never romantic. This treaded dangerously into that area, and fuck if that didn't really, really do it for her.
"So would I." And since she was already walking down this particular party, she was committing to it. She leaned over, -a bit unbalanced on her seat, to be comfortable, but hell with it- intending to steal a kiss. If he'd let her.
Romance wasn't his strong suit, but he understood some of the basics. Enough to make sure it didn't seem like "asshole" was the only mode he ever operated on, anyway. Still, Wesker was very rusty with all of this. It had been a very long time.
He met her halfway, but the kiss was soft and very brief. Just a little further temptation, as though she needed any. He pressed a second kiss against her jaw, lingering a bit longer there.
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"Other single parents seem to do just fine," he pointed out. When he raised his glass to her, he added, "But I hope he passed his combat training on to you. His skills were, and presumably still are, commendable."
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She's taken out zombies and tyrants, but that's the thing she bragged about. It was intended to be lighthearted, since bringing up all the other things she's beaten tread a bit close to work talk. And she didn't want to talk about Chris all night.
"What about you? What's your hidden talent?"
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"What makes you think I have one?"
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Another type of woman might have come off as stroking his ego. But Claire was just matter of fact. This is what she saw, when she looked at him.
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He took a sip of his wine, considering her response for a moment. It was interesting to him that Claire saw so many positive attributes when others in her life would no doubt speak poorly of him on a regular basis.
"Dancing is not a talent many would expect me to have, I suppose."
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"I would say so." She was surprised, in the good way. "You come off as someone who wouldn't be interested in dancing."
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Admittedly, it wasn't something he had cared about at the time. Study and work seemed far more important. As he grew older, it was a skill he learned to appreciate.
"What do I seem like I would be interested in? Obvious choices aside."
Because of course his interest in science extended beyond his work.
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There were too many other things to be done, and world class chess masters spent hours upon hours poring over strategies. While he could admire the dedication, that wasn't something he could see himself doing even if he did have the time.
"What occupies your time when you aren't working, dear heart?"
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No need to comment further, because there was too many thorny paths they might end up on.
"What wouldn't be obvious," she pondered, while chewing. She didn't like taking with hey mouth full. Points for being classy?
"I'm learning about cars. I know how to fix bikes, but cars are a bit different."
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"You're welcome to have a look at my Jaguar, if you like."
Though preferably not until morning.
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"I would. Later." Because she also has set plans for the evening. They do not involve leaving the apartment.
And that thought hovered in her head a bit, like it had repeatedly over the last few days. Wesker was here, in her apartment, for a very specific reason. That didn't have to involve dinner, or getting-to-know-you talk. She looked up at him then, studying his face, half hidden by those sunglasses.
"Thank you, by the way. For humoring me like this."
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"Humoring you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're assuming I wouldn't have joined you for dinner without the prospect of sex."
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Though it's a bit charming that was where he went to first: her asking him out.
"I'm saying this is technically an unnecessary step, since we both know what we want here. It's mostly for my comfort, and I appreciate you making the consideration."
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"I don't mind at all."
Though speaking of her comfort, he was curious...
"Being alone with me doesn't make you uncomfortable?"
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So far, being honest had been working out for them. She didn't see any reason not to continue with it.
"Our history is impossible to forget, but that doesn't stop me from wanting this. I'm trusting you, the way you're trusting me."
Though she was aware that it wasn't exactly balanced, here them. Claire had a lot more at risk, than he did. But it was still a gamble.
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Though he had no intentions of hurting her, Wesker hoped she would never fully trust him. It was never wise to fully trust anyone.
"Always remain cautious, dear heart. It will serve you well in life."
That sounded a bit more ominous than he intended, but hopefully she would take it as life advice and not some sort of threat.
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"I may be a bit ahead of your advice. I intend to warn you eventually; I keep a gun on my nightstand. And don't take it wrong, but it's staying there."
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"Consider mounting your gun underneath the nightstand. It's less likely to be used against you."
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She chuckled. It was so weird to smile and laugh with this man, but also... nice. This is what she was needing.
"Wow. Never thought I'd be laughing about that."
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He almost wished he could assure her that she would never go through those things again, but he couldn't.
"You have a beautiful smile. You should do it more often."
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"I smile more than you think. You've just missed them." Not the first time he'd complimented her. But she liked it better without the impending sense of doom.
"Though I think we can get you caught up." Hell with it, she moved her leg, so her knee nudged against his. Just a litte thing, but why not flirt a bit?
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"Can we?" he asked, reaching up to gently caress her cheek with the backs of his knuckles. "I would like that."
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"So would I." And since she was already walking down this particular party, she was committing to it. She leaned over, -a bit unbalanced on her seat, to be comfortable, but hell with it- intending to steal a kiss. If he'd let her.
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He met her halfway, but the kiss was soft and very brief. Just a little further temptation, as though she needed any. He pressed a second kiss against her jaw, lingering a bit longer there.
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