Harper
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
Harper quirks an interested brow, suddenly looking at Oliver in a different light as he readjusts his legs. "Do you fight in a general sense?" A bit off topic, but Harper knows how deceiving appearances can be. His own darker history concealed by his bright smile. Perhaps Oliver is the same, and they can spar together? He can already tell he's going to get rusty fast if he doesn't find a partner. He waggles his brows impishly at Oliver when he reveals the pleasure of the bite of these Ascended folks. "That's definitely a lot more convenient. And a lot less messy!" Blood from a bite is certainly easier to clean than various...secretions. Probably a lot less exhausting too. But Gods are marginally more interesting as a conversational topic than sex, and he forces himself to ve serious and pay attention. Though he nonetheless wrinkles his nose a tad by the end. "That sounds...awful. No offense. I'd never want to have to worry about a God hating me and ruining my life."
