my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Chuckling, Amun smirked at Oliver. "Ah but you didn't ask right away, Blondie. You dithered about, and then told me what you thought I wanted to hear." The potter tapped his nose then grinned. ”It’s easy. First you pick your target.” Speaking as if was disclosing some great secret, his eyes sparkled with impish glee. "Next, you project confidence, find out what they want, and offer it. And if they turn you down, you move on, and don't take it personally." He shrugged, since it was as simple as that.
He shot the other man an amused look. "I said I had enough for now. I don't have any large commissions at the moment, Blondie, and I can afford to wait until you deliver my first shipment to make goods for display." Strangely enough, the Ascended's voice came out lightheartedly.
Grinning again at Oliver's embarrassed admission, Amun winked. "Actually, my work is easy and fun, so I can always make you a new one if you break it." His expression actually grew serious. "What kind of figurine would you like, Blondie?"
He shot the other man an amused look. "I said I had enough for now. I don't have any large commissions at the moment, Blondie, and I can afford to wait until you deliver my first shipment to make goods for display." Strangely enough, the Ascended's voice came out lightheartedly.
Grinning again at Oliver's embarrassed admission, Amun winked. "Actually, my work is easy and fun, so I can always make you a new one if you break it." His expression actually grew serious. "What kind of figurine would you like, Blondie?"
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
