"It is-!" College said brightly, suddenly eager to please. Drugs, especially ones new to a the particular mortal form he happened to be taking at the time, had a tendency to work their magic on him more quickly than they could have a mortal. "I don't think he cares if he uses, as long as you two don't fuck." After only a few puffs he felt piratically saturated in the stuff, with a tingle in the back of his throat that also managed to run down his spine from the tone of the old one's voice. They always managed to make him feel so small, these old things. Even though he was centuries old himself, his nature constantly told him he was no older than twenty-one, maybe twenty-two if he pushed it. At the moment, he was nineteen and the god kneeling on his bed seemed ageless.
He pushed himself up to a sitting position and put out the already sputtering cigarette on his nightstand, sans ashtray. "I like anything." He said earnestly, "I can't listen to a conversation for longer than a minute without hearing a sexual context. I've done shit I'm not even sure is legal-" His fingers curled and uncurled lightly in the gray sheets on his bed. "What I would really love-" He murmured, reaching out a hand for Opium's chest, "Is if you would take me, please? It's been a fucking long time since someone could actually do it without me letting them.."