Alright- the french did catch him a bit. He was so fluent! Admittedly a lot better than he was- then again he was able to get more practice than he did.
He cleared his throat, quickly attempting to drown out his thoughts with the tea. Tamaki wasn’t used to being flirted with back- especially from a boy. It wasn’t weird to him- just not used to the experience.
“ Suoh-sama is perfect.”
“Excellent. I’m quite pleased, Suoh-sama.” The cup, nearly emptied, returned to its saucer with a gentle, practiced movement. Hakuba then folded his hands in his lap, glancing back at his host. For being the King of a host club, it seemed that Suoh Tamaki was – somewhat insecure? Perhaps even shy, underneath all of that charm. Interesting.
Well, that wouldn’t do. The detective pursed his lips momentarily, then let another broad smirk slip onto his face. Hakuba’s plan became one with two goals: 1) build his host up into appropriate confidence levels and, 2) turn the tables to charm Suoh until he melted like butter – let him see what it was like for his guests.
Yes, this plan seemed not only enjoyable, but productive enough. An experiment in human nature. And Hakuba rather enjoyed puzzling together the inner-workings of people. It would be a fun challenge.
“Please tell me, Suoh-sama… if you don’t mind my asking, what is your favorite thing about being a host?”