How... difficult. [He looks at him with genuine concern on his face.] Are you interested solely in men, then?
[His pulse begins to quicken. They're really getting into it now, aren't they? He's very nearly naked in front of another man, and. Well, it was this other fellow's turn to show some skin. He gives a soft chuckle. He takes a coal from the hearth, setting it into a brazier for better lighting.
He turns properly towards the other man. Without the cowl, without his hunched posing, without blocking the firelight, and the wind chapped redness calmed, it is plain to see the dozens of scars littered over his body. There appear to be from a mixture of blades and claws with a fair number of burn scars, too. There is particularly deep, nasty scarring around his neck and wrists as if he were clasped in red-hot irons.]
Aye, what an odd competition. There are so many variables betwixt the sheets. We will simply see who the gods and goddesses deem worthy. [He would have called specifically upon his own patron diety, The Fury, yet he wasn't sure if it was appropriate. This wasn't exactly a trial by combat.
He glances between his shorts and his partner-opponent. At least Egon was attractive. This wouldn't be unpleasant, probably.]
I've stalled long enough, I think. [He gathers himself one last little time] Come here, then. We might warm ourselves by the fire ere we warm one another.
no subject
[His pulse begins to quicken. They're really getting into it now, aren't they? He's very nearly naked in front of another man, and. Well, it was this other fellow's turn to show some skin. He gives a soft chuckle. He takes a coal from the hearth, setting it into a brazier for better lighting.
He turns properly towards the other man. Without the cowl, without his hunched posing, without blocking the firelight, and the wind chapped redness calmed, it is plain to see the dozens of scars littered over his body. There appear to be from a mixture of blades and claws with a fair number of burn scars, too. There is particularly deep, nasty scarring around his neck and wrists as if he were clasped in red-hot irons.]
Aye, what an odd competition. There are so many variables betwixt the sheets. We will simply see who the gods and goddesses deem worthy. [He would have called specifically upon his own patron diety, The Fury, yet he wasn't sure if it was appropriate. This wasn't exactly a trial by combat.
He glances between his shorts and his partner-opponent. At least Egon was attractive. This wouldn't be unpleasant, probably.]
I've stalled long enough, I think. [He gathers himself one last little time] Come here, then. We might warm ourselves by the fire ere we warm one another.