He thinks for a second. "Never cared for the heft of a woman's breast? What about men?"
He thinks for a second. "Never cared for the heft of a woman's breast? What about men?"
Blue eyes move to Estinien's chest. ".... I like yours."
"I'm not a woman. Does that mean you only fancy men? They always said as much in the barracks."
Those eyes dart away with a new blush forming. "I have historically, only bed those I found compelling. I've also only wished to be with one and that person is a man."
He hums thoughtfully. "Oh. I always said they were wrong you know. I thought you might have had thoughts about Heustienne." A shrug. "But really? No one else?"
"Heustienne?" He looked offended. "Hardly. The only one I felt a want for, a true want had been, well." He smiled up at Estinien. "The same man I am lucky enough to be with now."
Estinien smiles back, stroking his hair again. "Is that so? Would that make you Estinien-sexual?"
He grins. "Let me turn over and I shall show you."
A laugh. "I think you have grown a taste for me."
"An addiction even." He winked, still grinning.
"Incorrageable." He says, kissing his forehead. "Completely lost it."