Clove's head tilted to the right at Mujuuk's opening statement, setting his earring to swinging. He was the perfect listener -- was in all probability trained to be -- and gave all indications that he was carefully balancing everything the miqo'te had to say internally, and weighing it. There was a gravitas to the man that proved him as more than just another cheap body used to while away the time.
However, Mujuuk's second statement elicited a hint of surprise from Clove. His eyebrows lifted, and his chin bent inwards for a few seconds. When he lifted his head, he wore a wry smile. "You know that answer as well as I." Clove's voice was pleasant, and cultured: a musical voice, a light baritone that would be pleasant both in conversation and in seduction. Clove was well trained, though he was not of especially high quality in terms of the trade. "But, if I may, there is only so much time allotted me within this life. I am not so highly prized as to be able to spend my twilight years in wealth and comfort, not without building outside connections while I've the chance."
Clove folded his hands on the table. Behind him, Zhavi fidgeted. She was unable to hear their conversation, and that grated, but she'd already put all her gil on Clove. She would have to trust him to do his part, and do it well.
"I am not the sort who gives or receives so many quick thrusts in an alley and has it quits. Those in my standing, those who are marked. . . we are in a unique position to receive from those we have sated. It is discouraged to let these words spill beyond the wall of our keep, and considered a form of betrayal amongst ourselves. Truly, there are those who would consider me unwise for considering this call, much less responding to it. I am intrigued by the opportunity. So much so that I have considered the possibilities, and arranged to forestall potential issues that might arise. I would hope to quell your own concerns with my arrangements, should you still be interested in my use."
However, Mujuuk's second statement elicited a hint of surprise from Clove. His eyebrows lifted, and his chin bent inwards for a few seconds. When he lifted his head, he wore a wry smile. "You know that answer as well as I." Clove's voice was pleasant, and cultured: a musical voice, a light baritone that would be pleasant both in conversation and in seduction. Clove was well trained, though he was not of especially high quality in terms of the trade. "But, if I may, there is only so much time allotted me within this life. I am not so highly prized as to be able to spend my twilight years in wealth and comfort, not without building outside connections while I've the chance."
Clove folded his hands on the table. Behind him, Zhavi fidgeted. She was unable to hear their conversation, and that grated, but she'd already put all her gil on Clove. She would have to trust him to do his part, and do it well.
"I am not the sort who gives or receives so many quick thrusts in an alley and has it quits. Those in my standing, those who are marked. . . we are in a unique position to receive from those we have sated. It is discouraged to let these words spill beyond the wall of our keep, and considered a form of betrayal amongst ourselves. Truly, there are those who would consider me unwise for considering this call, much less responding to it. I am intrigued by the opportunity. So much so that I have considered the possibilities, and arranged to forestall potential issues that might arise. I would hope to quell your own concerns with my arrangements, should you still be interested in my use."
