[ A full, legal adult in every definition of the word, of course... But not an adult in the sense that he's settled into that identity yet, if his arguing is anything to judge by. Still, Midnight laughs again, scooping up the dice and giving them a roll. He's not one to judge. Everyone was young and self-conscious once, himself included. ]

Mm... Well, let's try that, shall we? The next time I'm quite unsure of how comfortable you are, I'll simply ask... Ah, a perfect example.

[ Midnight looks at the dice, then rises from his seat, strides over, and leans directly into his new friend's space. His eyes settle half-lidded, dark and pleased, and he grins amicably. His teeth are remarkably pointed. ]

Would you be comfortable with me fingering your arse?

[ 2, 4. Well, Midnight's not one to argue with fate! ]