[ The scars get a glance, but there's nothing on Broca's face that seems to indicate any judgement or question. He's got a fair few of his own doting his newly exposed body, as well as a few places where small, black, almost crystal-like bumps rise from his skin. If Wriothesley doesn't ask about them, Broca's happy to keep the bedroom talk away from the fact that it looked like someone tried to rip out the man's throat in the past.
As the hand squeezes his ass, his tail swishes against Wriothesley's knuckles before the man is moving to unzip his pants, a reminder of something to take care with even as Broca sits up on his knees to make it easier to get those pants off of him.
He's not returning the grin for now, but he as he makes eye contact he looks mildly curious instead of aggressively angry about being there. It's an improvement for sure. ]
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As the hand squeezes his ass, his tail swishes against Wriothesley's knuckles before the man is moving to unzip his pants, a reminder of something to take care with even as Broca sits up on his knees to make it easier to get those pants off of him.
He's not returning the grin for now, but he as he makes eye contact he looks mildly curious instead of aggressively angry about being there. It's an improvement for sure. ]