[Theo has two levels to his response in being told to drop the magic act - the first is to easily concede and do so in a moment's time by returning to what he was wearing on arrival. His coat's sloped off him but he's still in a hoodie, much less erotic than a low buttoned shirt - but Tony's hand is still where it rested, now just over fabric rather than skin. He blinks for a beat, raising a brow as if to say 'that what you wanted?' before he moves on to the second level in his response. One he doesn't often do.
His eyes are no longer a too-perfect blue, but rather a dark and near black brown. No features on his face have changed but there's something less perfect about him, like a filter's been taken away and left him to resemble nothing but his mortal self. He blinks a few more times in silence, surveying Tony for his response, before he's tugging his hoodie up with one hand to show off a triangle of skin beneath.]
You want to feel real, this is real.
[He's interested, as always, in whether or not people still find him intriguing when all the act is gone.]
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His eyes are no longer a too-perfect blue, but rather a dark and near black brown. No features on his face have changed but there's something less perfect about him, like a filter's been taken away and left him to resemble nothing but his mortal self. He blinks a few more times in silence, surveying Tony for his response, before he's tugging his hoodie up with one hand to show off a triangle of skin beneath.]
You want to feel real, this is real.
[He's interested, as always, in whether or not people still find him intriguing when all the act is gone.]