Re: [in-person: damian & misha]
[A smile, but questioning. After all, he is fluent in English, but it is a second language and he still does not know it as well as Arabic.] What is 'gaum'? And 'scald'? I thought 'scald' was burning. [Damian was pleased by the placement of another kiss, and he tugged his sock once more to see if he might get the same result.] You are trusting. But you did not trust them as a child? [He looked down as pale fingers pushed at the long sleeve, then back up.] I do not know. They know I am the heir to the League, as well as to the mantle of the Shadow. I do not know what they will do. [A grin, a true grin, bright and squishing his features up. He had made a pun and he had enjoyed it.] If you had, you may have learned of echoes then. Alas.
[Now it was Damian's turn to kiss Misha, and he did so. The offer to talk to family was very kind, so the man showed his appreciation in a slant of mouth over chapped lips. He let one socked foot slide on the counter, so his leg was down. He was flexible, so it was no strain to lean forward over it, while pressing his toes into Misha's belly. (He had lifted his foot too, so it was in the boy's lap as he sat cross-legged.) He did not say thank you, because he did not often say thank you, but perhaps it was evident in the kiss.—As for their plans, Damian thought, sucking on his bottom lip.] We could have sex, [he suggested as if it had only just occurred to him, though it was not so. He tutted at the reiteration that he worried grossly.] I do not. You are intent to make it seems as if I think you are weak. I do not think this.