You gotta trust your mastermind

[grandhighwizard]

These things had to be done right. Playing with someone was a pleasant distraction, and like many things in Rhys's life, it was a mixture of spur of the moment decision (he'd certainly never intended to start pursuing the Ancient Runes professor, no matter what he looked like, until he idly needled the man and found out how fascinatingly easy he was to poke) and careful planning to get exactly what he wanted.

So he prepared the herbal tea mixture quite carefully. Blueberry-pomegranate he could do - he had seeds and infusions, and a few black tea leaves, and just a pinch of this and that, all put in a nice little tea ball. It was a tasty mix, with the added benefit that it would render the drinker rather open to suggestion. Not ridiculously so, but just enough that the person would be more willing than usual to go along with requests. Which was just what Rhys needed - Onikous might be oblivious to some things, but best to take no chances. He wanted the younger man thinking this was all his idea.

That morning in the Great Hall, he made sure to get to breakfast in plenty of time to sit down next to the Rune professor, setting a cup of hot water next to the man, and the tea ball dropped gently into the mug, as he settled into his own chair.

"Try that. I made it with you in mind, and I'd like to see if it suits. I can always tweak the formula, if you don't like it."

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[psiignlanguage]

Needless to say, Cyrus was still a bit on edge from the past encounter with the older gentleman. Nothing quite like going from a day of whining teenagers and doting parents, to a load of papers to grade--to being approached by a colleague for sex. It was a most odd encounter for Cyrus, who had often seen himself as being something of an asexual. He never really...found the idea of sexual relations all that appealing. And after the year spent going through Europe with Sal and Di? Well, he'd had most of his curiosity satisfied. And then? Candesca in Norway...? No thanks. After his two best friends and that woman? He was done. Forever and ever.

He was hoping that maybe the week would go by relatively smoothly without any sort of complications arising. But, well, he was still rather...edgy. Being propositioned for sex from someone like Rhys? He knew a little of the man's reputation. All he wanted to do...was get through the day, return some papers. And not think about his rather sudden need to satisfy himself after his encounter with the Potions professor after that night.

And then he felt the man sit next to him and push over cup of tea in his direction. Cyrus looked up from the runic journal he'd been reading and looked at the man directly in the eyes.

"I-I'm sorry?" he asked rather suddenly, before realizing what it was. "Oh, the tea?" he added, as he took the cup, holding it to his lips before taking a light sip. He found his lips quirk into a gentle smile. "Oh my, that's rather ni-ice."