[With all the resources of a King at his disposal, there's really no reason for Claude to continue his experiments with poisons... except that, well, it's a hobby, and one he enjoys. Of course, the country being at peace with her neighbors has made "peaceful poisons" less of a necessity, but that just leaves more creative avenues open.
He's experimented with everything from sleep aids to truth serums to crest suppressants, but the colorless, tasteless concoction he stirs into their cups of tea when Byleth goes to fetch the sugar Claude had conveniently forgotten is something else entirely. He's still figuring out appropriate dosages, but those little flower buds he'd obtained from the high peaks of Fodlan's Throat make for a very potent aphrodisiac according to his previous tests, so he keeps it light. A little more in Byleth's cup than his own, to adjust for his lover's literal divine power.
He beams at his former professor when he returns, leaning up for a kiss before he can sit back down.]
Sorry about that, my love... I've been buried in paperwork so long, I'd forget my own head if it weren't attached. [He chuckles, stirring a spoonful of sugar into his tea and taking a sip. Yep, absolutely undetectable.
It's absolutely the truth that he's been especially busy lately-- that's why he was so eager to set up this little scheme, to surreptitiously clear both of their schedules after this "afternoon tea". Yes, it's a test of one of his ongoing experiments, but it's also a much needed respite, an excuse to spend the better part of a day in bed with his husband. The best schemes work to accomplish many goals.]
[Byleth doesn't mind helping out with the tea. He knows how busy Claude has been lately, and he's just glad that they have a free afternoon to spend together.
He smiles softly at the kiss, then takes his seat at the table across from Claude.]
It's fine. I'm always happy to help.
[He adds a bit of sugar to his own cup, stirring the tea before taking a sip as well.]
Very pleasant, as always. [Another smile as he continues to sip slowly at the brew. Nothing seems off about it at first... but eventually Byleth does feel a certain heat beginning to spread throughout his body. He shifts a bit in his seat, glancing down from Claude's face briefly as he feels a startling stirring of arousal.
So far he doesn't suspect, but still. This is quite strange.]
[That smile makes his expression soften, still a bit lovesick for the sight of it even after all their time together.
It almost makes him feel bad for the little trick, but... well, Byleth knew all too well what he was getting into by being with Claude. And he had agreed to being his test subject from time to time.]
It's the Leicester Cortania blend. Thought I'd spoil you a little, after all the lovely tea parties you've set up for me in the past. [Claude winks, starting to feel the effects himself. He'd already stripped down a bit, taking off his royal accouterments and leaving just the essential articles of clothing, but he unbuttons his shirt just a bit as well. The heat is starting to get to him.
And, well, if it shows off his collar bone and the dusting of chest hair he's so very proud of, all the better.]
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He's experimented with everything from sleep aids to truth serums to crest suppressants, but the colorless, tasteless concoction he stirs into their cups of tea when Byleth goes to fetch the sugar Claude had conveniently forgotten is something else entirely. He's still figuring out appropriate dosages, but those little flower buds he'd obtained from the high peaks of Fodlan's Throat make for a very potent aphrodisiac according to his previous tests, so he keeps it light. A little more in Byleth's cup than his own, to adjust for his lover's literal divine power.
He beams at his former professor when he returns, leaning up for a kiss before he can sit back down.]
Sorry about that, my love... I've been buried in paperwork so long, I'd forget my own head if it weren't attached. [He chuckles, stirring a spoonful of sugar into his tea and taking a sip. Yep, absolutely undetectable.
It's absolutely the truth that he's been especially busy lately-- that's why he was so eager to set up this little scheme, to surreptitiously clear both of their schedules after this "afternoon tea". Yes, it's a test of one of his ongoing experiments, but it's also a much needed respite, an excuse to spend the better part of a day in bed with his husband. The best schemes work to accomplish many goals.]
no subject
He smiles softly at the kiss, then takes his seat at the table across from Claude.]
It's fine. I'm always happy to help.
[He adds a bit of sugar to his own cup, stirring the tea before taking a sip as well.]
Very pleasant, as always. [Another smile as he continues to sip slowly at the brew. Nothing seems off about it at first... but eventually Byleth does feel a certain heat beginning to spread throughout his body. He shifts a bit in his seat, glancing down from Claude's face briefly as he feels a startling stirring of arousal.
So far he doesn't suspect, but still. This is quite strange.]
Which tea is this?
no subject
It almost makes him feel bad for the little trick, but... well, Byleth knew all too well what he was getting into by being with Claude. And he had agreed to being his test subject from time to time.]
It's the Leicester Cortania blend. Thought I'd spoil you a little, after all the lovely tea parties you've set up for me in the past. [Claude winks, starting to feel the effects himself. He'd already stripped down a bit, taking off his royal accouterments and leaving just the essential articles of clothing, but he unbuttons his shirt just a bit as well. The heat is starting to get to him.
And, well, if it shows off his collar bone and the dusting of chest hair he's so very proud of, all the better.]