The Stone Themselves Would Begin to Sing (open)

Lucas held up his hands in mock-placation, as though worried by Samuel (he wasn't). "Nothing at all," he said in a rare moment of honesty. "I was more surprised that you had someone in particular in mind for your sexual escapades, rather than what dangled between their legs. It's unhealthy to pin your expectations all on one person, you know. Plenty of sex out there if you're open to it." He winked. Besides, apparently Sam's dick worked. He owed it to himself and all of his fellow Ascended to go out there and get some. "We can die," he agreed, stretching and shifting to get to his feet. "We can also live. Remember that bit too." He was done with the quiet of the forest and the dinky little shrine; though he had still added his own fluid to it, and he supposed that counted for something. "Maybe you are too cautious," he countered. "Enjoy your life in the forest. I'll be heading back home." LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk