Hannibal's eyes were looking at the other man just as he'd been before, lingering on the scarring. The markings left across his skin told stories that the young Jedi knew nothing of and sparked a sense of curiosity. Who was this strange, blind boat maker that he bore the after effects of lightning and flogging, and why did did he bear them at all?
He leaned back in his seating position against the side of the boat and chuckled again as the other man came to his conclusion all on his own. "I didn't mind it," Hannibal piped up with a tone of obvious amusement, noting the small shift through the Force that got the boat moving. Of course he hadn't been the one doing the rowing and wasn't going to complain about a willingly shirtless attractive person showing off.
"'Course I am. A muscular shirtless man invited me onto a boat he made and stripped down to go swimmin'. What am I supposed to do, not look?"
And look he did continue to do unless the other man expressed discomfort with the observation. "And he can sing, unlike myself. No wonder the village gals like ya."
He leaned back in his seating position against the side of the boat and chuckled again as the other man came to his conclusion all on his own. "I didn't mind it," Hannibal piped up with a tone of obvious amusement, noting the small shift through the Force that got the boat moving. Of course he hadn't been the one doing the rowing and wasn't going to complain about a willingly shirtless attractive person showing off.
"'Course I am. A muscular shirtless man invited me onto a boat he made and stripped down to go swimmin'. What am I supposed to do, not look?"
And look he did continue to do unless the other man expressed discomfort with the observation. "And he can sing, unlike myself. No wonder the village gals like ya."
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