Bodhi actually looks a little affronted for a moment, a flicker across the contended agitation that's been animating him to an unusual state of open enthusiasm. He's perky enough that the shift is visible, however brief. "No I don't," he says with equally uncommon firmness. "But, well, yeah, about dreams, sure." And there it goes.
He sort of thought that was obvious, and he looks a little bashful not because he can find anything to be ashamed of here (even he's not that good), but because of the attention. "I love listening to you." The word isn't as weighty as it sometimes is, but it's still a deliberate choice. This is a little more touchy than the compliment game, because Bodhi's feelings are wrapped up in it, too. There are a few stand-out moments along the way, but he fell for Hux over lectures and book discussions. "I always learn something, and you're good with helping if I'm lost. And I just like your voice, but that probably doesn't help. With the students."
He flushes across his nose, deeply pleased. So much, in fact, that he takes the opportunity to kiss Bodhi. It's quick and chaste, but Hux isn't given to public or private displays of affection.
Bodhi's happy little sigh is just voiced enough to hear. What the hell, he's already embarrassed. It's not that he would change anything about how this works; what Hux is comfortable with is his first, most important goal. But there's no denying it's nice. For special occasions, as a treat.
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