[He still regards Fox curiously. He's not really sure what Fox wants out of this other than sex, but he's trying to pinpoint it. Surely, he could satisfy himself elsewhere if that were all it is.]
... If you were to worship me, for example. I like the way you look at me when you are trying to undress me with your eyes. The way you study when you're trying to get my form just right.
You aren't my lover, after all. Who I am... doesn't matter. I'm like a statue; beautifully sculpted, but utterly useless to you, but as decoration. Something to see and consume, maybe even try to understand, but always from a distance.
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[He still regards Fox curiously. He's not really sure what Fox wants out of this other than sex, but he's trying to pinpoint it. Surely, he could satisfy himself elsewhere if that were all it is.]
... If you were to worship me, for example. I like the way you look at me when you are trying to undress me with your eyes. The way you study when you're trying to get my form just right.
You aren't my lover, after all. Who I am... doesn't matter. I'm like a statue; beautifully sculpted, but utterly useless to you, but as decoration. Something to see and consume, maybe even try to understand, but always from a distance.