amun
Oooo this Loren bloke had a bit of an edge. Tall, brooding, and handsome. Just Amun’s type. Then again, pretty much anything with a dick and a pulse was his type (although given his Ascended status, the pulse might be optional). He flashed the other man and the luxere an easy grin. ”Didn’t mean to offend. But I can make it up to you.” Winking for good measure, the potter took Loren’s hand and held it for a few seconds too long. The potter even stroked the back of the other man’s hand. Just because the Ascended could only get physical pleasure from biting someone didn’t mean Amun couldn’t get his thrills from other sources. "Amun Arlun, at your service."
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
