Safrin
"And that's a problem?" The goddess wonders, her brow lifting. "You've never so much as properly entertained the idea of ever being able to block it all out more than you already can." He wouldn't feel naked without it, but he'd gone so long having the upper hand, the fomo of the silence is what would likely do him in. A few headaches and weird sex were a price he happily paid, in Safrin's estimation.
"Based on what you've told me, you can't even offer them at all." His infertility notwithstanding, were she in one of her moods, she'd have dared Jack to try and get it up in her presence of his own volition. Smirking coyly, Safrin lifts her goblet to her lips once more, the amount within never seeming to change regardless of how much she drank.
"Before you came to me, and I named my price." She says with a shrug that has the lace of her gown slipping from one shoulder. "Now that I've told you what I want, it's time for you to name yours."
"Based on what you've told me, you can't even offer them at all." His infertility notwithstanding, were she in one of her moods, she'd have dared Jack to try and get it up in her presence of his own volition. Smirking coyly, Safrin lifts her goblet to her lips once more, the amount within never seeming to change regardless of how much she drank.
"Before you came to me, and I named my price." She says with a shrug that has the lace of her gown slipping from one shoulder. "Now that I've told you what I want, it's time for you to name yours."
