Silver Creek of cloudless climes and starry skies

too fucking cold for anything. iliksis canted his head in acknowledgment, noting the flash of a smile and how easily it had come to the male. he noted too the quick assessment the male made of him; the way he was sized up, imported, and assigned some hidden worth -- not too different than the way iliksis himself often studied women.

but this was no woman -- iliksis wondered if harrison would ever be a threat to him, and hid it with a mirrored smile that held its own warmth -- an easy charm he had picked up some time ago. "winter is not my favorite season." he offered conversationally, finding with some surprise that slipping back into a role of guile felt as "at-home" as slipping into a woman might -- he certainly had not lost his touch for deception in his months in isolation.