Hari realized he might have hit a nerve. Sebastian wasn't very obvious about it, but one of Hari's favorite hobbies was people watching, and Sebastian very much resembled a man whose soft spot was hit. He was still... a stranger, so he had no right to attempt the wound that had been accidentally poked. Still, he flashed him a worried look and spoke no more about it. He picked up a fry and chewed on it idly.
"Your servants are real. Of course they must be faster!" Hari shrugged, smiling a bit. "I look like I came out of a Bollywood movie. There's no part of me resembling European, but I have a feeling having an Asian butler would be kind of racist."
He tried to conceptualize the Cooking Game Show in his mind. It would be garish, with brightly colored tiles and giant vegetables, and it would be filmed in front of a live studio audience. Hari would have to wear a giant bow. He couldn't take that. He started laughing, breaking his hamburger with a knife.
"Hm... That depends, would the contestants be as pretty as you?" He winked at him. He could barely take this whole 'flirting' bit seriously, though, so he covered his mouth and chuckled softly, shaking his head at how ridiculous he was being.
At the mention of the kiss, he practically almost choked on his food. He coughed a couple of times, dislodging a pickle from his throat, but the uncomfortable scratchy feeling was still there. He wiped some of his pain-induced tears. "K-kiss? You were serious about that!?"
"Your servants are real. Of course they must be faster!" Hari shrugged, smiling a bit. "I look like I came out of a Bollywood movie. There's no part of me resembling European, but I have a feeling having an Asian butler would be kind of racist."
He tried to conceptualize the Cooking Game Show in his mind. It would be garish, with brightly colored tiles and giant vegetables, and it would be filmed in front of a live studio audience. Hari would have to wear a giant bow. He couldn't take that. He started laughing, breaking his hamburger with a knife.
"Hm... That depends, would the contestants be as pretty as you?" He winked at him. He could barely take this whole 'flirting' bit seriously, though, so he covered his mouth and chuckled softly, shaking his head at how ridiculous he was being.
At the mention of the kiss, he practically almost choked on his food. He coughed a couple of times, dislodging a pickle from his throat, but the uncomfortable scratchy feeling was still there. He wiped some of his pain-induced tears. "K-kiss? You were serious about that!?"