Cal and Damien
"Oh Hey." Cal gave Damien an easy nod that he hoped was casual enough. He wasn't nervous at the prospect so much as he was kind of dreading the fact his lack of experience was going to make him look like an idiot.
"Uh thanks," He added snorting.
"So you have any advice for a guy who spent his formulative years in a religious order that strictly forbade romantic attachments and strongly discouraged sexual ones and THEN spent his early teen ones running from the law? Because I THINK I'm able to consent, technically, I checked the ages for this state, but constantly fleeing doesn't leave a WHOLE lot of room to make the kind of friend you do this sort of favor for. And the last time I met somebody who I think it MIGHT'VE worked well with, we were kinda stuck with our crew, which..." he laughed and grimaced at the same time.
"Don't get me wrong, Cere and Greeze...they saved my life, and Cere got my head on straighter AND protected me from Darth...from a Sith Lord, and she finished training and knighted me." He grinned. "And Greeze, well, he's GREEZE. Let me on his ship and didn't sell me to the Empire even though he'd have made a quick couple hundred credits, I was lucky to have them, but..."
He smirked a little.
"YOU try flirting with a pretty Nightsister in front of your new master and a tiny furry four armed guy who makes your business his. AND a droid who thinks he's gotta keep an eye on you all hours of the night. I love them but...it was NOT conducive to trying out the mechanics of the stuff I learned about in Humanoid Reproduction."
Sure, there'd been people at the spaceport who'd have gone for it, but even IF Cal had been brave enough to try to get some extra credits or some rations for his body, there was no way Prouff would've let him venture down THAT path.
"The GOOD news is I have no idea what I like. There's one heck of a baseline, isn't there?