[Authoritative. Greedy. Things Maine can distinctly appreciate, even as he responds in kind, smirk sharp when Wash pulls away. There's a momentary huff, wry amusement cut through with definitive interest, and he instead lingers for a moment. An asshole move, perhaps, but he's never claimed to be anything less.
It's only for a moment that he stays himself, though, because with all the strangeness between the both of them for the past few weeks, he's not entirely in the mood for actual delay. Not that he'd even be given the chance, what with Wash already scrabbling at his his armor. He can echo that sentiment, though, and he pushes Wash's hands away, works at the latches until there's a heavy thunk of his chest piece hitting the floor and he's moving to shuck off his gloves. Momentary distraction, really.]
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It's only for a moment that he stays himself, though, because with all the strangeness between the both of them for the past few weeks, he's not entirely in the mood for actual delay. Not that he'd even be given the chance, what with Wash already scrabbling at his his armor. He can echo that sentiment, though, and he pushes Wash's hands away, works at the latches until there's a heavy thunk of his chest piece hitting the floor and he's moving to shuck off his gloves. Momentary distraction, really.]