[It is difficult to concentrate entirely on what Set is telling him while the god's fingers continue to move down his body, dipping just so into the opening of his undone shirt and sliding back up. Liem tenses slightly when those fingers brush against his skin, skim over the planes of his shard, quickening something electric in their wake. Set's pulse seems very loud in the muffled, enclosed space. Liem is, despite his best intentions, more than a little distracted.
Still, he manages to be a little startled by the wisdom Set dispenses. The god has a knack for saying things to Liem that it never would have occurred to him to think on his own; it has been decades, what feels like a lifetime, since he has thought of himself as a young man. The people he knew in his own country were almost all human, and even the youngest of those he'd known as a boy had aged and withered and turned to dust by the time he earned the first of the silver hairs at his temples. He is not young, though perhaps he still looks it. Inside, he feels so terribly old and worn.
Set's ageless perspective defies that perception, and his admonishment rebukes Liem's gloom. A wry smile touches his lips.]
Ah — I am the one being a poor date.
[Moping over a woman while his companion is helping him dress? Anyone would be right to be offended, let alone a Divinity like the man now going for his suit. Obediently, he undoes his trousers and steps out of them, setting them aside with the rest of his discarded clothing.]
I would not have hazarded a guess prior to this occasion, but no — I do not suspect you of being a bad partner. Demanding, perhaps, but not disagreeable.
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Still, he manages to be a little startled by the wisdom Set dispenses. The god has a knack for saying things to Liem that it never would have occurred to him to think on his own; it has been decades, what feels like a lifetime, since he has thought of himself as a young man. The people he knew in his own country were almost all human, and even the youngest of those he'd known as a boy had aged and withered and turned to dust by the time he earned the first of the silver hairs at his temples. He is not young, though perhaps he still looks it. Inside, he feels so terribly old and worn.
Set's ageless perspective defies that perception, and his admonishment rebukes Liem's gloom. A wry smile touches his lips.]
Ah — I am the one being a poor date.
[Moping over a woman while his companion is helping him dress? Anyone would be right to be offended, let alone a Divinity like the man now going for his suit. Obediently, he undoes his trousers and steps out of them, setting them aside with the rest of his discarded clothing.]
I would not have hazarded a guess prior to this occasion, but no — I do not suspect you of being a bad partner. Demanding, perhaps, but not disagreeable.