his smile does seem easy. and quite frankly, harley may not have a clue what any of those words mean, but what he does know is that this guy is sure of himself – an’ th’very fact that he has the audacity to talk so big wins him, briefly, a cute laugh and a blushed face that harley only slightly obstructs by covering his lips with his fingers.
‘jest’, though…? why would he jest in a situation like this? harley bites his lip in consideration, idly pushing them off to the side with his thumb in the process. so here he’s faced with an alien. who is not a pokemon. that knows at least enough to know what humans are. but for some reason doesn’t realize that he’s not an internationally-known celebrity? ( well – ugh – ‘politician’ technically, but it’s about he same thing, just a lot less exciting. )
for a moment, they seem to be a an impasse. harley is admittedly afraid of opening the can’ve wurmple that’s been laid before them. but he can already tell that he’s not fuckin’ with a fool. so lyin’ just to make him feel better probably isn’t gonna be the play, here.
but deflectin’ shit? now that was somethin’ harley was pretty damn good at.
for this to work, though, harley decides that he will have to be more bold. “ahhh, dunno,” he sighs, giving an aimless shrug as he finally comes to a stand. “ah’ve always been th’kind t’kinda ignore all th’politics,” he admits, which probably wouldn’t be the best lead-in – in any other situation. but here…?
“ah dun’need th’news t’recognize powah’ when ah’ see it, though.”
and since harley has already decided to – at least to some extent – ignore his problems for now, he allows himself the luxury of expressing more of his intense curiosity. he starts, namely, by truly lookin’ over what he’d be workin’ with. but out of apparent respect for his majesty’s time, harley also takes another step forward, carefully takin his time to reach out to those big, broad shoulders. he tries not to touch strangers without a direct invitation, and in spite of lotor’s rather open one, he had entered in such a guns blazin’ way earlier that harley has to wonder if he’ll use this opportunity to steal the lead back from him.
either way, he decides to leave an invitation of his own – just to see how the altean (galra…n?) reacts. “so… y’said y’needed a distraction fer a couple’a hours before y’head back home, di’n’t’cha? ah think we both agree that ah c’n help with that,” he chirps, brimming with pride and – of course – a lust that has just been stirred awake.
i’ve always been the kind to ignore all the politics. a thousand questions leap to the tip of lotor’s forked tongue. so, he was the type to ‘ignore all the politics’…but how could he not know that humanity had literally discovered aliens? how could he be oblivious to the ruler of the most powerful nation that alienkind had ever seen? not knowing the leader of the soon-to-be-abolished galra empire was like not knowing the leader of china, or of the united states. the dark suspicion he felt creeping into his mind tries to grow, like a blot of ink across a freshly printed page…
i don’t need the news to to recognize power when i see it, harley says, and lotor’s questions begin to perish in the fires of his growing lust.
his smirk deepens as he feels harley’s hand trace his shoulders, and he touches the human’s shoulder in turn. yes, he found alteans of all genders infinitely more attractive than anything earth ever had to offer. but there’s something even more erotic than tracing his lips down the impossibly smooth skin of an altean neck, and it’s to drink in the easy adulation that the human race had for his. there were times that he liked to work for a lover’s respect, that he saw the chase as far more thrilling, even, than the relationship or act of sex itself. but sometimes he also craves the feeling of a lover falling right into his lap, of dominating someone so wildly obsessed with his (purported) beauty that they sank immediately in submission beneath him……
this is one of those times.
“why yes i do want one, my dear,” he purrs. “will you be my little distraction?”
he leans in ever so slightly and reaches up to brush through harley’s long purple hair–quite soft, and my, what an attractive color. he won’t go further unless he is told, but oh, how he quavers in anticipation as he wishes the answer to be yes.