Re: [B&B: Shiloh & Diego]
Diego couldn't help but laugh, soft, but it was definitely still a laugh, perhaps a chuckle would be a more apt description. "It doesn't necessarily have to be in your tone. It's just the words, man. You can tell me I'm wrong and I'll take that. We don't know each other." A more questioning expression took over then, head tipping to the side. "I don't know what you mean. I'm not thinking anything like that." It really wasn't the kind of assumption he'd make about anyone he was conversing with.
"No. That was my bad with the wording. I did just mean I guess you get laid easy, so I suppose I'm glad I'm not wrong. I'm really not going to ever think anyone has shit easy without knowing anything about them," Diego assured him.
The laugh wasn't going to stop there, because he was pretty sure no one had ever used the term 'sins of thirsting for zombie dick' in a conversation with him, ever. Even a ballpark conversation. "Nah, if that's what floats your boat I ain't judging. You can probably buy them on the internet if you want them. I've seen those vampire dicks, and dragon dicks, not going to be someone out there drawing the line like 'I'll model the phallus of some of the undead, but zombies is gross!'."
He crossed one leg over the other, frowning at Shiloh, though he was more amused than anywhere near offended.
"Usually I just get off thinking about various positions or scenarios, nothing too extreme. I could let people go through my browser history with no shame." Diego paused to think, to see if there was anything really dirty he could admit to. Oh, those fantasies of having his own dick- of coming on people. Those were pretty good, but not to share.
"The nightlife here might be too tame for you," he smiled. "Wouldn't that be a disappointment. You dress up all pretty and I take you out and you're left as turned on as you would be at a funeral. Although zombie cocks..."