Lost Potential

Bastien That old celestial circus With teeth and fingernails I'll carve a place, you'll see. He did not comment on Safrin's disdain for his sexual offer. Bastien did wonder if she truly meant it, though. From what he knew (and he knew this for sure) he was an attractive man with a good skillset in the bedroom and she was a star goddess whom needed a bit of stress relief. It was a simple equation. Certain it was only pride stopping her from taking him up on it, he let the rejection roll off his shoulders. She brought up the encounter he'd had with the strange golden child and he touched his neck. The smooth moon was more noticeable than he'd thought, clearly. "I did not ask for the mark, Signora. It was placed upon me without my knowledge. I actually went to the forest looking for you." This was a partial truth. He had gone into the forest prepared to meet any Gods, including but not limited to Safrin. Still, he stood more chance of appearing sympathetic if he had been surprised than if he had been looking for an opportunity. "...Why do you call her an impostor?"