Occasional erotic noises. Amael laughed heartily at that one. That meant she could do her work in blessed safety and have a bit of fun at the same time. She admired the way his muscles rippled beneath the fine fabric. It reminded her of home, where the men of Sultros walked about half unclothed, silvery veins shining in the sun. ”No,” she replied pleasantly. ”It’d be a welcome respite to the orders I normally take.” Her turquoise eyes were bright. ”I would be happy to start work on something a bit more challenging.”
She pondered this, for a moment. ”I’ll have to learn a bit about mills. I understand the basic theory behind the transfer of energy, but I’ve never gotten a chance to learn the mechanics.” The Isur cast a glance across the many rows of shelving. There had to be some rudimentary designs she could look at. Maybe she’d even pay the local carpenters a visit, just to get their opinion. That and of course, she’d have to really see the place to ascertain what it needed.
”Lunch would be nice,” she agreed. ”I’ll need to look at the place, naturally.” She flashed the harlot a smile. ”You know, I think we’re going to get on well. If you’re interested, I’d be happy to teach you whatever you might wonder of the Isur. It isn’t often I get a chance to talk about my home. As a people, we’re wary of outsiders. Few humans know of the majesty that is Sultros City.” She sighed nostalgically.
Quietly, she whispered a blessing in Isur, the language mellifluous and bittersweet. Above all, she wished peace on her family. Amael prayed to Izurdin, to Xyna and to Kihala, the blessing of industry, success and above all else, glorious transient life.
The woman flashed him a chesire smile. ”I’m curious,” she continued. ”What is it like exactly, pleasing women? What sort of requests do you normally get?” It had to be vastly different than the requests of a man. ”Do they like for you to pretend to love them? Do they play at marriage? Or are they more straightforward, as a man might be?” It was an interesting consideration. Matthew was the type to give her an honest answer, the type that wouldn’t take offense at her asking. He was like a breath of fresh air.
”Do you take men, too?” She asked suddenly.
She pondered this, for a moment. ”I’ll have to learn a bit about mills. I understand the basic theory behind the transfer of energy, but I’ve never gotten a chance to learn the mechanics.” The Isur cast a glance across the many rows of shelving. There had to be some rudimentary designs she could look at. Maybe she’d even pay the local carpenters a visit, just to get their opinion. That and of course, she’d have to really see the place to ascertain what it needed.
”Lunch would be nice,” she agreed. ”I’ll need to look at the place, naturally.” She flashed the harlot a smile. ”You know, I think we’re going to get on well. If you’re interested, I’d be happy to teach you whatever you might wonder of the Isur. It isn’t often I get a chance to talk about my home. As a people, we’re wary of outsiders. Few humans know of the majesty that is Sultros City.” She sighed nostalgically.
Quietly, she whispered a blessing in Isur, the language mellifluous and bittersweet. Above all, she wished peace on her family. Amael prayed to Izurdin, to Xyna and to Kihala, the blessing of industry, success and above all else, glorious transient life.
The woman flashed him a chesire smile. ”I’m curious,” she continued. ”What is it like exactly, pleasing women? What sort of requests do you normally get?” It had to be vastly different than the requests of a man. ”Do they like for you to pretend to love them? Do they play at marriage? Or are they more straightforward, as a man might be?” It was an interesting consideration. Matthew was the type to give her an honest answer, the type that wouldn’t take offense at her asking. He was like a breath of fresh air.
”Do you take men, too?” She asked suddenly.
