[The older man shakes his head a little, taking a swig of liquor for himself and frowning. It's a mess, back home. Not that he thought about it much, or let it get to him visibly.]

It's considered unnatural. Most people don't acknowledge how advantageous it is to the countless species, not just humans, that it appears in.

[Another swallow. He's tired.]

The political and health climate isn't particularly healthy either. So I prefer to keep it to myself, at the best of times.

[Aymeric gets an earnest look of momentary appreciation, leaning back and watching him strip a bit more. His one button and suspenders doesn't seem like much. He's overdressed.]

I'm doing my best to make it a comfortable competition. This is the sort of thing that I don't think can be measured or graded without some collaboration.

[He glances towards the bed, not quite uneasily, before standing and beginning to undo the remainder of his buttons before his shirt gets shrugged off. His shoes had been abandoned well before this at the bedside, despite the cold.]

[At least if he lost, this would be some source of warmth. He glances towards the shorts again and sighs softly.]

May I? I mean, if you want to begin.