[He'd scoff out something resembling a laugh were this conversation not so charged - loaded instead with how he can feel the ebb and flow of Hux's breath beneath his palm. How predictable that the General would ask for something given in return (isn't that the root of this, after all?) but Ren complies in spite of the transparency, withdrawing only far enough to undo the latches of his mask. Air hisses through the filter as it releases; naked as he feels without it, the unobstructed view that greets him is a reward that shaves the edge of any budding agitation clean off.
A few steps forward, just off to the side, and he's setting the helmet down on Hux's personal console, pale features marked with an expectant stare: go on, General. Put on your one-man show.]
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Date: 2016-03-21 07:36 am (UTC)A few steps forward, just off to the side, and he's setting the helmet down on Hux's personal console, pale features marked with an expectant stare: go on, General. Put on your one-man show.]