"Old fashioned, but elegant." Like Iago, clearly. "Not terribly helpful in a gun fight," he mused, despite knowing that was a total lie. After all, Storm Shadow had no problems bringing a sword to a gun fight. Rex gingerly touched the blade, smirking, bringing his eyes up to Iago. Weapons were something he quite enjoyed, and on Iago, they were something of a turn on, so. His mood lightened considerably. "Maybe..."

...

He didn't actually know when Iago's birthday was. But now wasn't the time to bring that up. Not while things were precariously going well. He tilted his head up to meet Iago's lips, then pulled back, taking a drink of wine as he eyed the other man playfully.

"No, you've been somewhat ungrateful..."