[No, no, Van is pretty sure it’s not all in his head. He hasn’t had any Perfect Coffee yet today, he’s still quite sober.
He can’t help but blush when Tarvek calls him out on flirting, though. He hadn’t really meant to — he’d been trying to tone it down as best he could, in fact — but if Tarvek was flirting back, that meant it was okay, right?
God, this is so confusing. It’s hard. It’s hard and no one understands. It was never like this with the pretty Mechanicsburg girls he’d woo from his booth.]
I can’t help but be observant, your highness. It is my job, you know.
[Oh gosh. Is he allowed to flirt back? Might as well try it.]
And if my job provides me with ample opportunity to look at you, then I can’t really complain.
[You’re really doing nothing to discourage him with that blushing. Honestly, he might be too busy getting excited about fitting you to notice anyway. Being observant is his job as well, but it’s hard to do when he’s sparking at one of his favorite things, and also fumbling around with measuring tape, so he’s actually less aware of Vanamonde’s discomfort and uncertainty than he normally would.
Flirting with the pretty seneschal just seemed like the reasonable course of action.]
Tarvek, please. I can’t abide a creature as handsome as yourself staying so informal with me.
[Flash Vanamonde a smile charmingly. Laying it on too thick? Oh well.]
[First name terms already? Goodness. Perhaps it’s simply because Tarvek is sparking and furthermore enjoying himself, that he’s so handsy and informal. Van decides it must be that. He’s noticed that a Spark in fugue tends to be a little less mindful of social boundaries than they would otherwise be, so he’s willing to give Tarvek the benefit of the doubt.
It’s a little thrilling. He isn’t sure how he feels about that.]