No wonder Sam was so flustered. Jigano knew the ins and outs of the mechanics of sex, and far more of the emotional impetus behind it; he was a bard, after all, and stories and songs of love were a pillar of his trade - both raunchy and romantic. Speaking of it didn't particularly bother him, nor did he find his own lack of personal experience particularly shameful or a loss. He was curious, certainly, but not enough to experiment with strangers, and frankly he'd had other concerns in his life. He had strong hands and good rhythm, so why settle for a partner who might only be adequate at best?
But what Sam was describing... "That's... possibly several different things going on at once," he said slowly, reaching out to lift a particularly thick and somewhat bulbous candle in shades of primrose and scarlet. "Surviving a dangerous situation can make people act strangely in the aftermath. Giddy... euphoric, even. Like a drug. And when they come down from it... they might be ashamed of what they did when their inhibitions were lowered." He spoke slowly, quietly, placing each word with care as he drew from his memory of things he'd read and his own personal experiences and memories. He set the rather gauche candle down, fingers trailing over the wares until he found a simple orange one, with a pattern of leaves stamped on its side. "I don't know what was going through his head at the time but... from what I have seen, Sam, you are a good and kind man, and not without courage. If Remi is unable to appreciate that because of something that was done to you years ago... because of your teeth or if he can't see past the coolness of your touch to the warmth in your heart, then he was always unworthy of you. And you deserve better than his narrow-minded pawing in the snow."
But what Sam was describing... "That's... possibly several different things going on at once," he said slowly, reaching out to lift a particularly thick and somewhat bulbous candle in shades of primrose and scarlet. "Surviving a dangerous situation can make people act strangely in the aftermath. Giddy... euphoric, even. Like a drug. And when they come down from it... they might be ashamed of what they did when their inhibitions were lowered." He spoke slowly, quietly, placing each word with care as he drew from his memory of things he'd read and his own personal experiences and memories. He set the rather gauche candle down, fingers trailing over the wares until he found a simple orange one, with a pattern of leaves stamped on its side. "I don't know what was going through his head at the time but... from what I have seen, Sam, you are a good and kind man, and not without courage. If Remi is unable to appreciate that because of something that was done to you years ago... because of your teeth or if he can't see past the coolness of your touch to the warmth in your heart, then he was always unworthy of you. And you deserve better than his narrow-minded pawing in the snow."
