<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">It was not at all uncommon of Mikkel to use his inherent charm to his advantage. He had discovered in himself something as a gift during his youth, for while he cared little for mindless chit-chat and banter, he was rather good at it. It had always seemed like what one was <i>supposed</i> to do. One was <i>supposed</i> to engage in banal conversation at the water cooler, ask about a co-worker's family, and so on. It made one human.<br/>
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In Mikkel's case, it served to make him <i>normal</i>. Or at least appear to be so.<br/>
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Quinn asked after the nature of his isolation and, chuckling quietly, the older man turned slightly to regard him. More than one response reached the forefront of his brain, though only one traveled as far as his tongue. "Would someone truly devious ever admit to it out loud?" he queried. "If that were the case, he certainly wouldn't remain so for very long. That kind of man tends to value privacy, I should think. Privacy and discretion."<br/>
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So said, however, Mikkel slowed his step as they entered the adjacent hall, where another set of offerings awaited them. Ordinarily, he might have devoured the sight of it all with relish, but for the time being, he seemed quite focused on Quinn. He still had yet to determine if the younger man was truly outstanding or merely a flash in the pan, but self-indulgent as he was, he was eager to find out.<br/>
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"Though if you're that curious," he ventured, daring to push just a bit farther than he had originally intended, "perhaps you might allow me to take you out this weekend. Somewhere better suited to discuss my <i>deviant</i> behavior."</span>