Praise is good. Stalking is bad. I knew he wasn't going to kill me back then. Someone else, maybe. Me, not so much. Now the executioners I slept with? Slightly different matter. I was trying to not be executed by them. They were a lovely couple. They kept in touch. These days it's not really an issue. I can't be killed so that allows for a little bit of leeway these days.
I can't remember what world he was from. I met him on a space station. He had excellent hands and frankly the things he could do? I didn't even miss the mouth.
Not really. I've always liked Earth and my favourite decade was always the 1940s. There are certain things in this era that I could term quaint but nothing major. Well, I'm used to busy though without the Rift I'd imagine it'll be a different kind of busy.
Mmm. An impeccable suit or an elegant dress and a delicious blush. I can never walk past that.