[ Kaspar's soft, pleased hum rides rides an exhale as van Zieks folds. There is a marked difference now, when he no longer perceives those words as negative but a feeble attempt to rebuff him. Yet there is no point in calling out a kettle for whistling. He didn't think far enough ahead to expect it, but he isn't surprised by it now either. He just calmly steps inside, hands clasped loosely behind his back.
He tears his gaze from van Zieks and his exposed collar bones-- he's really not used to seeing them so close to his face with the height the other man has on him. But now he is on a mission, inspecting the ceilings and hunting for loose floorboards with every step.
These farmhouses aren't big, so he'll probably spy that tea pretty fast though, causing him to pause and look at van Zieks wherever he is now. It might be a calm expression, but there is a thread of worry in his brows. ]
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He tears his gaze from van Zieks and his exposed collar bones-- he's really not used to seeing them so close to his face with the height the other man has on him. But now he is on a mission, inspecting the ceilings and hunting for loose floorboards with every step.
These farmhouses aren't big, so he'll probably spy that tea pretty fast though, causing him to pause and look at van Zieks wherever he is now. It might be a calm expression, but there is a thread of worry in his brows. ]
... have you eaten?