For any that want to answer, how many lovers have you had and is there anyone in particular you'd like to take on as a lover now?
Niesseri blinked. “How many? Okay… so I’ve been alive for like… almost a hundred years, right? How many do you think?” She paused, sighing. “Fine. If I’ve gotta actually answer that… three… if we’re not counting one night stands. Four if we are.” The Mordesh gave a frown, hunching her shoulders. “There’s one guy. Number Four in fact. I’d have liked to keep him…but that’s not gonna happen.”
“Lovers,” the Mechari tilted her head in an oddly jerky movement and her black eyes somehow managed to look distant as she thought. “I have taken a number of lovers in the time in which I have lived. The precise number would be sixteen. Six were Mordesh, eight were Cassian, and two were Draken. Strangely enough I have never been with one of my own kind.” Deliha frowned, considering this a moment. “I think I would enjoy finding out what that was like… I have no designs on anyone in particular, but I would enjoy a Mechari lover.”
Pyogenes’ cheeks darkened. “I suppose I must be truthful here. The answer to the first question is none. I have always been too busy… no… that is not true. I have always been too shy. That, or too socially awkward.” He looked down at his hands. “I do have someone I am fond of, but it would not be my place to even consider her in such a manner. It would be impolite to think of her and I…” The blush deepened. “That is your answer.”
“I have had a good many lovers. It has been over a hundred years, after all.” The thin Mordesh leaned back in his chair, his lips curled into an almost endearing smile. “Twenty five … or was it more? I’ve lost count. I believe I stopped counting at twenty five.” He flashed sharp teeth as he thought of the next half of the question. “I have seen a few about who I would certainly be interested in taking… I suppose it depends on one’s idea of what the word ‘lover’ means.”
