Ask Forgiveness, Beg Permission

Shifting slightly so that the fabric of her gown draped off of one shoulder, the goddess regarded Bastien for a moment with a thoughtfully displeased expression. "Frey is something to do with sex?" She repeated, nostrils flaring slightly as she tossed her head back with a dramatic grimace. "Frey is sex." Safrin said blandly. "They delight in passion and nothing else. That there are any devoted to them is laughable. But then, mortals are stupid enough to fall for anything." Realizing the implications of this, Safrin's expression softened considerably as she looked down towards Bastien. "Do not put is into boxes dear one. We shall not fit." Stretching out a hand (was her arm suddenly longer? Or had he moved closer somehow?) she gently stroked the side of his face. "I do not have an area as you might think of it. But we all serve someone Bastien, even me." Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted