“We’re close enough,” he replies breathlessly, letting Serpico draw him in anyway. He hates that it’s gotten this far, but he can’t quite let it come across in his words and actions anymore.

And somehow he doesn’t feel as bad about it as he might have been.

“And you’re the experienced one between us.” He thinks. “So how should I”—clicking his tongue—“touch you?”

But this is as good as admitting that he’s never really done it, and he’s not sure he wants to know how Serpico feels about that. Or rather, he feels far too much excitement at whatever reaction he’s anticipating from this nobleman, who really isn’t quite what he seems, is he?

One thing Lon’qu knows for sure: just because he’s inexperienced doesn’t mean he wants to rut like animals out here. They’ll conduct this properly, if they must do this at all.