Van scrutinized the avatar on the screen more closely, wondering what Nathan Drake's his hair reminded Sasha of his own, other than the dark color. He had to pause the game when Sasha went into more detail on their sexual escapades. And the toys. Hearing about Galad's habits in bed made Van's thoughts turn to Gil, and he could see several similarities.
Van highly doubted, in Galad's version with Sasha, that it came along with plenty of cursing at the elf and threatening to punch his pretty face in if he didn't let him come. The begging for more was definitely a commonality, Van guessed.
He studied Sasha and considered the offer. There were too many questions to answer simply yes or no. Van cocked his head slightly and turned so he was more facing Sasha. His hand rested on the cushion close to Sasha's leg. "What do you mean?"