I know that already, nothing about your human rutting is dignified-- [ That's probably most of the reason he's so embarrassed by it... That, and the fact that the whole rock star persona doesn't really match up with a guy who's slept with two people and can't recall many of the mechanics save what he's read in literature. ] -- but I'm still not-
[ Okay, he's laughing a little bit. He lets out an exasperated sigh; at himself, at her, who's to say. ]
Alright, je comprends. Lesson one, no dignity.
[ He pushes them out of the liquor store, and his eyes alight on a dimly lit little coffee spot across the road that looks blissfully uninhabited. Once they're seated inside, somewhere near the back, Lestat folds his legs to the side and rests his elbow on the arm of the chair. ]
My first encounter in sex was with a woman, it was one night, and I don't remember her name. She was considerably older than me and we did not have much time for lessons, or even for the act itself. We were both quite drunk.
[ He isn't fidgeting as much now, which is... an improvement? But he still looks like he's sitting on a bomb. ]
My second encounter was my last. My lover before I was turned. He was the son of a draper in the village my Father was responsible for. We became friends, we ran away to Paris together, we loved each other. But our encounters were fast and usually, again, we were both very drunk. In those times, unless you were in a brothel, any kind of coupling was for warmth rather than anything else.
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[ Okay, he's laughing a little bit. He lets out an exasperated sigh; at himself, at her, who's to say. ]
Alright, je comprends. Lesson one, no dignity.
[ He pushes them out of the liquor store, and his eyes alight on a dimly lit little coffee spot across the road that looks blissfully uninhabited. Once they're seated inside, somewhere near the back, Lestat folds his legs to the side and rests his elbow on the arm of the chair. ]
My first encounter in sex was with a woman, it was one night, and I don't remember her name. She was considerably older than me and we did not have much time for lessons, or even for the act itself. We were both quite drunk.
[ He isn't fidgeting as much now, which is... an improvement? But he still looks like he's sitting on a bomb. ]
My second encounter was my last. My lover before I was turned. He was the son of a draper in the village my Father was responsible for. We became friends, we ran away to Paris together, we loved each other. But our encounters were fast and usually, again, we were both very drunk. In those times, unless you were in a brothel, any kind of coupling was for warmth rather than anything else.
Does that answer some questions?