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Donovan, thought Taikon, filing away the name for later. Part of him wondered what this stranger had done to deserve the poor reputation, but Taikon was not one to pry in this way. He had lots of things he didn't like talking about, and respected her short advice. He nodded, deciding to that he would indeed run if he had the chance.
Taikon felt very much like he had let her down. She didn't like his lack of knowledge about her native language, and she didn't like his rejection of her invitation. Aphrodite seemed even to ignore his counter-offer, instead looking at him with a sly glint in her gorgeous eyes.
He felt odd. I would also like to get to know you better; where I sleep won't stop me from that, he grinned, equally flirtatious. It had been a long time since Taikon had received any signals from a woman. He, like many men, had been trained that he should never say no to women if it implied a lack of sexual interest. This Whitebark place. What's it like? Taikon was genuinely curious. Having never stayed in one place for long since his younger years, he wondered what it might be like to have that sense of family and safety again.