Rumplestiltskin is so done with your shit. He is not impressed with your dinner. He is not impressed with your wine. And he is very much not impressed with your cleavage. Instead he is taking this time at dinner to mentally review all 3,123,633,695 ways he has thought of on how to kill you and try to decide on his favorite.
Giggling at your tags. Gives a whole new meaning to “breast pocket” doesn’t it?
Can we appreciate the acting prowess of Robert Carlyle that he didn’t break character and stare at those things? I mean they were up and out there! I kind of forget Zelena was in this scene. It seemed like Rumple was just having dinner with a pair of breasts.
Heh. The completely unimpressed faces he makes as she wiggles around him. Definitely A+ acting to be so thoroughly disinterested. Not even a peek. He even looks rather ill at the sight.
Right? Because *I* could not look away from them. But he had the same uninterested bitch-face going on the whole time.