Hah~?

( his shoulders dip at the question, mouth gaping in playful surprise. )

Have you not looked at this place?

( well, he doesn't really know what a curse--or whatever the hell this guy is, in the end, not exactly a curse or a curse user but something a little more familiar, something that's been bottled up into a human-looking body--would think of this place. it's practically a breeding ground for all of those terrible human emotions like greed, disappointment, fear, jealousy. probably a great place to be, all things considered.

but then what would a curse even think of the kind of sexual debauchery that goes on in this place?

his shoulders lift a little, tickled with laughter, but he doesn't pull his hands back. rather, he holds his arms out with more insistence, shaking his wrists together as though in implication. )

We would obviously go back to one of the fancy suites - that you would break into, of course - and have sex for twenty-four hours.

( is that what's supposed to happen? or even what's going to happen? absolutely not. okay, maybe this is a little bit of a trap: just a little bit. )