[ The fact that Urianger does not launch into a long lecture about his current area of research speaks volumes, in Thancred's opinion. It means that his mind is, for once, on something else entirely. That could be only one thing, given the conversation that led Thancred here. While Urianger has not yet confirmed that he has an interest in Thancred doing unspeakable things to him among the stacks, his brevity does imply it.

He makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat when Urianger releases his hand halfway to leading him to his workspace. That small squeeze of his hand, a silent welcome, is nice, but it also isn't enough.

Thancred takes in the desk piled high with tomes, which is nothing he hasn't seen countless times before. He moves toward it, invading the space with little care for how he's interrupted Urianger's work. As soon as he reaches the desk he does lean some of his weight on it, bracing his hip against it. He feels a tad lightheaded after that climb, and maybe also because he is putting some thought to Urianger's slender fingers and what they might be able to do to him.

He is, however, getting ahead of himself. When Urianger starts in on idle chatter, Thancred winces and lifts a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose. ]

Those are all questions you know the answer to, Urianger. [ While Urianger's been sequestered here, as he put it, that does not mean he doesn't venture out to check in on the rest of them. ] Can we not get to the point? Or is this what you consider foreplay?

[ Again, that boldness. Thancred is in no mood to play games, if he's honest. And if this is enough to make Urianger blush, it will have been worth it. ]