He said it in a teasing tone, with a smirk on his face that made it seem like he knew something about Anton. The expression on Anton's face didn't change however. The smile on his face was as gentle as ever.
"What do you think, Xander?" He asked. Xander tilted his head left, raking his eyes over Anton as though trying to figure out what he was getting at or what was going on inside his head.
"It's impossible to read your mind or try to decipher your thoughts. You never show your thoughts on your face. Only your ... 'sincerity'." He placed emphasis on the word 'sincerity'. He leaned his left hand on the arm rest, then rested his face on his palm, simply staring at Anton with a complicated expression.
"I find you interesting because of that, you know?" Xander asked rhetorically.
Anton smiled wider. The widening of his smile was barely noticeable, it only widened less than even a centimetre.
Anton slightly tilted his head left. He stood up a second later, moving towards a cupboard in the corner, his movements graceful. He bent in front of the cupboard and opened the doors, pulling out a wine bottle. He shut the doors back, standing up and opening a similar cupboard overhead. He pulled out two wine glasses and a crokscrew, placed them on the wine cupboard then pulled out a napkin from the cupboard. He wiped the glasses swiftly before returning the napkin back.
Carrying the glasses in his right and wine bottle in his left, he went back to his seat, placing the glasses on the stool between his chair and Xander's.
He tore off the wrapping on the top of the wine and started removing the cork using the corkscrew. "Wine?" He asked Xander, still focused on his task.
"How sure am I that you didn't put anything inside the glasses?" Xander asked.
Anton chuckled lowly, his laugh as gentle as the breeze. He pulled out the cork of the bottle and raised his eyes to meet Xander's briefly, "Would you like me to take a sip out of both glasses first?" then lowered his eyes, to pour the wine into the glasses, an amused smile , playing at his lips.
He filled the glasses to one-third and placed the bottle beside them placing the cork back on the bottle mouth temporarily.
He raised both glasses, offering one to Xander, then raised a brow in question. 'Would you actually like me to take a sip from your glass?'
Xander said nothing, only watching Anton, without any expression. Anton chuckled again, pulling back the wine glass he offered to Xander. He took a sip from it and then offered it back to him with an amused smile.
Xander took it from him this time, raising it in salute and drank from the side where Anton's lips didn't touch. Anton nodded in a form of toast and took a sip from his own glass, then swirled the remaining wine in the glass, looking very interested in it. His red lips looked even redder, and Xander noticed it too, as he frowned a bit looking at it.
Anton, oblivious to Xander's staring, licked his lips, then put the glass down on the stool, sitting the way he sat at the beginning, before taking a look at Xander. Xander didn't try to dodge, simply holding his gaze instead.
"You seem to have a lot of time today Xander, as opposed to the days I invited you for a chat. And you came of your own accord today. Did you need something from me? Or you just came to pass the time." He placed his right hand on the armrest, resting his chin on his palm, mimicking the way Xander sat, only with his legs crossed.
Xander's eyes followed his every movement. "I don't know. I just happened to want to come today. What? Don't you want me here?" He asked, raising a brow at Anton again.
"Don't turn this on me, Xander. I don't mind you here. I just find it rather surprising that you came on your own volition after rejecting my invitations to you one too many times." His amusement at the situation and Xander's subtle discomfort, showing as his lips curved into a smile again. He seemed to expect Xander's reaction.
"How is business?" Anton asked, picking up the wine glass with his left and swirling the wine around in the glass again, out of boredom.
Xander leaned back in his seat, resting his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes. "What business?" His tone didn't seem angry or annoyed. He just sounded curious. As though curious about what Anton would say.
Anton smiled again. Because of Xander's words and reactions or because that was just the kind of person he was, no one knew.
"I don't know. Whatever it is you're into these days. I wouldn't pry into your matters."
"Mn. Business is fine." Was all Xander said. His lips curved into a smirk and that was where the matter ended.
Anton sighed. "So tight-lipped." And even though he said that, he really didn't ask anything more.
Anton leaned back too, resting his head on the back of the chair and closing his eyes. "You could have just told me, you came over to sleep. I'd have accommodated you properly."
"I never said I came here to sleep." Xander defended.
"That's what it looks like." Anton retorted, chuckling at Xander's weak defence. "But alright, I won't comment on it. Would you like a proper room to sleep in?"
"I didn't come here to sleep." Xander tried again, but didn't bother moving.
"You should probably move to one of the rooms. Wouldn't want to have a stiff neck now, would you?"
Xander sat up and turned to Anton who hadn't once changed his position. "You're really annoying, you know." He said, but he stood up, offering Anton a hand. "But fine, I'll take that room, so I can say this is how you treat guests. By forcing them to sleep over. Who knows what you'll do to me?"
Anton chuckled, opened his eyes, and saw the hand Xander had extended towards him. He lifted his eyes to meet Xander's, probably trying to understand him, but thought not more than two seconds about it. He took a hold of the hand, uncrossing his legs and used it to pull himself up.
"Now you take my offer." He smiled brightly.
Xander shook his head. "Lead the way."
Anton grabbed his suit coat and led Xander out of the room, leaving behind the wine and the wine glasses.