"Hm.. probably back in the beginning perhaps. Things change over time. There are progressives though that made peace. I was one of the ones that just wanted to stay out of it all." Glancing at the blonde, he smirked playfully. "I'm full vampire and if that is the case I am a retarded vampire." Yes, he beamed proudly at that... even if it hinted to the strange alluring feel to Steve every time he came near to him.
"No, you're too good to hang out with the dunces. I have to admit, I read the files on the commandos. They are a particularly amusing bunch. Very loyal. So... yeah, they would be a good enough pack." He'd studied each of their files curiously. Looking for little details of what really drove Steve Rogers forward. That had simply been curiosity fed by memories of the small blonde in Brooklyn turned into the idol of the American people.
It actually relieved him how the entire man before carried over into the man that now stood with him. He still smelled the same with just a few added scents. He just never expected to have the blonde look so terribly disturbed at his own morbid humor. "My stand in is pretty smart too, you know. He can do it all without me." Why did he want to press the issue?
He liked hearing Steve tell him he was more than... this.
And with the younger pressing so close and breathing him in, Tony thought he might shake apart. His eyes closed slowly at the sound of the description of just what smells his flesh carried when it shouldn't carry anything at all. Steve was too close... terribly close. He could almost feel the pulse of the blood through his veins and it sent that shock of desire through him that had his canines sharpening slightly.
His eyes were shifting in hue, almost black as he let his gaze slide down Steve's neck. He seemed to lose conscious thought as his hand reached out to slide into the soft blonde hair and tangle there. "You are... You know..." He almost choked on a laugh. "This could be mistaken for courtship in my kind's eyes."
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Date: 2015-03-24 02:37 am (UTC)"No, you're too good to hang out with the dunces. I have to admit, I read the files on the commandos. They are a particularly amusing bunch. Very loyal. So... yeah, they would be a good enough pack." He'd studied each of their files curiously. Looking for little details of what really drove Steve Rogers forward. That had simply been curiosity fed by memories of the small blonde in Brooklyn turned into the idol of the American people.
It actually relieved him how the entire man before carried over into the man that now stood with him. He still smelled the same with just a few added scents. He just never expected to have the blonde look so terribly disturbed at his own morbid humor. "My stand in is pretty smart too, you know. He can do it all without me." Why did he want to press the issue?
He liked hearing Steve tell him he was more than... this.
And with the younger pressing so close and breathing him in, Tony thought he might shake apart. His eyes closed slowly at the sound of the description of just what smells his flesh carried when it shouldn't carry anything at all. Steve was too close... terribly close. He could almost feel the pulse of the blood through his veins and it sent that shock of desire through him that had his canines sharpening slightly.
His eyes were shifting in hue, almost black as he let his gaze slide down Steve's neck. He seemed to lose conscious thought as his hand reached out to slide into the soft blonde hair and tangle there. "You are... You know..." He almost choked on a laugh. "This could be mistaken for courtship in my kind's eyes."