A knowing smirk of amusement formed on Adam's lips as Peter continued. ❝ No, no, you're quite alright — Darth Vader is Luke's father... You see, before they banned women, and then anyone but the straightest of straight men from checking in on me, I talked my way into all sorts of treats such as movie night, fast food, chocolate, and most important of all, a phone. Hell, I even came close to escaping a few times. ❞ Eyes drifted down to his plate as a remorseful shake of his head was given.
But that was the past, and it was time to look toward the future. There was no way in hell Adam was going back there. No way he would be kept from such lovely dishes ever again. ❝ It should have been illegal what they attempted to pass off as food in there, ❞ he agreed with a nod. It was tough maintaining his manners and eating at a normal pace with normal-sized bites, but he managed. It was essential to preserve the image of control at all times, especially with what he had planned for dear Peter.
Though, Adam's eyes became half-lidded, and a soft, almost salacious sound escaped his throat as he savored the calamari and chicken fettuccini Alfredo a moment before Peter's question pulled him out of the trance. After taking a sip from his glass, he tilted his head as though he hadn't given much thought to their strategy yet. ❝ We'll have to kill two birds with one stone, I suppose — I'll teach you to control your powers while we wait them out... If I remember correctly, from my intel, their efforts will die down substantially after two weeks. During that time, I'm certain I can have you performing to perfection. ❞ His voice was velvety smooth, while the confident smile he gave was warm and sincere. And if he was wrong, well, at least he could regenerate.
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But that was the past, and it was time to look toward the future. There was no way in hell Adam was going back there. No way he would be kept from such lovely dishes ever again. ❝ It should have been illegal what they attempted to pass off as food in there, ❞ he agreed with a nod. It was tough maintaining his manners and eating at a normal pace with normal-sized bites, but he managed. It was essential to preserve the image of control at all times, especially with what he had planned for dear Peter.
Though, Adam's eyes became half-lidded, and a soft, almost salacious sound escaped his throat as he savored the calamari and chicken fettuccini Alfredo a moment before Peter's question pulled him out of the trance. After taking a sip from his glass, he tilted his head as though he hadn't given much thought to their strategy yet. ❝ We'll have to kill two birds with one stone, I suppose — I'll teach you to control your powers while we wait them out... If I remember correctly, from my intel, their efforts will die down substantially after two weeks. During that time, I'm certain I can have you performing to perfection. ❞ His voice was velvety smooth, while the confident smile he gave was warm and sincere. And if he was wrong, well, at least he could regenerate.