"Yes, but I've already read all of them," Jigano teased back. "There were those delightful little pocketbooks of poetry in particular that I quite liked..." The bard had helped Sam get the place ready, and had assisted with the sorting. He was familiar with all the titles in there save the newest penned during the most recent season.
"Ah... well... as long as you're both happy?" he agreed tentatively, letting it sink in until it seemed like a less alien concept. Could Sam engage in intimacy without emotional connections being forged? Based on how he had spoken of it before it seemed a fairly sharp departure, but he wasn't going to judge if the bookmaker was able to take some solace in a friends-with-benefits sort of arrangement.
Gods least fortunate, though, if Remi found out...
He didn't want to think of how much more damage the shattered alchemist could take.
Admittedly, Jigano had been hoping for a place that was warm and sold mulled cider or hot tea, but he smiled beneath his scarf and nodded at Sam's comment. "Deadly things often are," he observed, rippling a thick coat of white fur beneath his winter clothes to keep himself warm against the wind. "But it is impressive. It remind me of my world... at least in winter," he amended wryly. Given the Longheat sun overhead, the difference in seasons was stark, and Halo's ancient curse was never more apparent.
"Ah... well... as long as you're both happy?" he agreed tentatively, letting it sink in until it seemed like a less alien concept. Could Sam engage in intimacy without emotional connections being forged? Based on how he had spoken of it before it seemed a fairly sharp departure, but he wasn't going to judge if the bookmaker was able to take some solace in a friends-with-benefits sort of arrangement.
Gods least fortunate, though, if Remi found out...
He didn't want to think of how much more damage the shattered alchemist could take.
Admittedly, Jigano had been hoping for a place that was warm and sold mulled cider or hot tea, but he smiled beneath his scarf and nodded at Sam's comment. "Deadly things often are," he observed, rippling a thick coat of white fur beneath his winter clothes to keep himself warm against the wind. "But it is impressive. It remind me of my world... at least in winter," he amended wryly. Given the Longheat sun overhead, the difference in seasons was stark, and Halo's ancient curse was never more apparent.
