[Nyx is grinning like a fool, dragging himself up to at least a proper sitting position when Regis speaks. His head snaps up, looking up at his King. The grin fades from laughter to something slightly awed, clearly impressed and he lets out a breath soft and just shy of being a whistle.
Smug amusement and sharp, sleek grey wool are a damn good look on Regis.
Nyx has the brief moment of appreciation then he rolls up onto his good knee, letting the right leg drag a little to stop himself from putting weight on it. One hand snakes out to catch Regis by the pocket, urging him closer, grin turning to something wicked and suggestive though he doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to, not kneeling before the older man like this. Though he does eye that snowball suspiciously. If he gets snow to the face it's worth it.]
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Smug amusement and sharp, sleek grey wool are a damn good look on Regis.
Nyx has the brief moment of appreciation then he rolls up onto his good knee, letting the right leg drag a little to stop himself from putting weight on it. One hand snakes out to catch Regis by the pocket, urging him closer, grin turning to something wicked and suggestive though he doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to, not kneeling before the older man like this. Though he does eye that snowball suspiciously. If he gets snow to the face it's worth it.]