[The more he gets to know Set, the more of a puzzle the man seems. He is shameless, in showing his body and in initiating close contact; yet a simple compliment flusters him — and when he speaks of the Last Dance, it is to laud it as a place where one can escape the attentions of others. He is brash and even aggressive — and then, within a span of heartbeats, thoughtful. And although he grapples eagerly enough with the challenges of war, he cannot master the art of making other people understand him.

Isolation cloaks him like a burial shroud. Liem wonders if it is only because of Set's divinity that mortals of his land were not permitted to see his face.]

Then I should have visited there long before now. But I have been too busy to seek the pleasure of such places.

[It sounds like the sort of place he would have been pleased to visit, in his bleaker moments back home. He had often sought refuge among the bizarre fringe cultures in Oppara, the freaks and the deviants and the political artists: those who were already outcast and who would not turn away a strange, dark-eyed man looking to forget himself for a few hours.

For all that he owns more clothes then anyone rightly needs, it doesn't take him long to begin narrowing down his options. Liem pulls out jackets in various shades of blue and black, considering each and moving on from most. It is not a difficult process; his clothes are sorted by type and then by colour, so he has no need to go hunting.]

Have you a preference?

[So asking, he pulls two suits from their places, holding each potential prospect aloft by its hanger. One is pale, decorated by floral designs in dark blue; the other is dark and patterned with gold.]