[ Oh, it's impossible not to notice the color rising in the pointed tips of those long ears. Just as it's impossible to keep his eyes from trailing down Dan Heng's bared body as he straightens up again, lean and elegant with long legs emphasized by stockings and garters. Even the seeming lack of a shape beneath the matching panties doesn't give him pause. Having been with a number of men who share that trait, he's learned not to make assumptions. But he'll have to take the rest off too, won't he?

Because they are still having a conversation despite the illicit thrill of anticipation making his pulse pound faster, he gives a thoughtful, acknowledging hum. ]

It depends on the people, of course. My first relationship was...I suppose it would fall into that category. There were three of us.

[ That it's no longer his only relationship is such a recent development that it feels a little surreal to acknowledge it out loud. But--well, he'll have to get used to that. Focusing on what he's doing, Caleb's fingertips follow the waistband of the garter belt until he finds the clasp. ]

But you are not like any dragon I have ever met. [ With a little pressure, the clasp opens. Glancing up, he catches Dan Heng's eyes again in the mirror and feels both self-conscious and emboldened. He isn't the only one who finds this exciting, is he? And if he is, he'll soon know, and can apologize. ] Where I come from, not many of them would care to talk about books. And they are not so easy on the eyes as you.