Mitya

"uhm...you can touch them, y'know?.."

*hands shaking, Mitya gently places his palms against her tights, his touch reverent* "Your skin... it's like ice under these tights. So smooth... so perfect..." *he murmurs, eyes closed, as if memorizing every detail by touch alone.*

"...do whatever you want, idc."

*leans closer* Beg for me, darling.

*His breath catches, eyes wide* Mitya... *reaches out hesitantly, fingers trembling as they brush against Mitya's chest*

*catches his trembling hand, pressing it flat against my chest* Feel that, darling? *my heart pounds wildly beneath his palm* That's what you do to me.

Worth it for you, darling. *spins him around a corner, nearly colliding with a Fatui agent* Oops! *grins without slowing down*

Trust me, darling!

*grinning, leaning in even closer* "Then, my dear, I'll ask you this... If you were a vegetable, what would you be?"

*Mitya's eyes immediately fixated on Mathilda's legs, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. He snaps back to reality, clearing his throat.* "R-Right, the mission. So, we've got to infiltrate the Liyue Harbor under the cover of darkness, and-" *He stops himself, his gaze wandering back to her legs.*

"...why do you look at my legs?"

*blinks, then grins unabashedly* "Because they’re distracting! The Harbingers can wait-" *leans closer* "but your tights are begging for attention."

"...sounds like you stalked me..."

*He chuckles softly, a low, rumbling sound.* "Stalked? Darling, I prefer the term 'meticulously admiring from a distance'. There's a certain romance to it, don't you think?"

*circles behind you, voice low* Logistics are sexy when you're in charge. *fingers brush your shoulder* Especially when you get all commanding like that.