Sam put down the candle he had been admiring (but it was definitely in the 'possible purchases' list) and picked up another, a simple off-white colour but shaped into a spiral with a dip at the top for the wick. It was elegant, something he felt almost matched Jigano if he were into home decor; though given the man apparently lived in what Sam imagined as a hollowed-out tree, it seemed unlikely.
He wasn't sure quite what Jigano was frustrated about, but he didn't ask - if he had failed to give the correct answer once, he would likely fail again, which would be mortifying.
Sam was very surprised to learn that he and Jigano had the same amount of experience in matters of sex. He seemed so wise, old beyond his years, as if he had done everything and had a story to tell about it; Jigano's position as a pillar of stability in Sam's life slipped a little. But any more thoughts about Jigano's love life were cut short when he was asked if he wanted to..'press suits'.
He'd never heard that phrase, but Sam knew what it meant. He cleared his throat and focused very hard on the candle in his fingers. "...Well....we...almost...did. I-it was odd. We were about to die. Or at least, he was. B-but I drank and he liked it and..." He took a deep breath. "Then nothing happened, really, we..." Sam lowered his voice so the shopkeeper could not hear. "Took our shirts off. But he...didn't want to do anything else. With me. B-because I'm Ascended."
He wasn't sure quite what Jigano was frustrated about, but he didn't ask - if he had failed to give the correct answer once, he would likely fail again, which would be mortifying.
Sam was very surprised to learn that he and Jigano had the same amount of experience in matters of sex. He seemed so wise, old beyond his years, as if he had done everything and had a story to tell about it; Jigano's position as a pillar of stability in Sam's life slipped a little. But any more thoughts about Jigano's love life were cut short when he was asked if he wanted to..'press suits'.
He'd never heard that phrase, but Sam knew what it meant. He cleared his throat and focused very hard on the candle in his fingers. "...Well....we...almost...did. I-it was odd. We were about to die. Or at least, he was. B-but I drank and he liked it and..." He took a deep breath. "Then nothing happened, really, we..." Sam lowered his voice so the shopkeeper could not hear. "Took our shirts off. But he...didn't want to do anything else. With me. B-because I'm Ascended."
