He scanned the meal set out for him, poking at most of it before deciding the small portion of meat was decidedly familiar. "This. But bigger. In a whole piece... but also, lots of fish, and shell animals. You say, crab..? More of a treat, its satisfying to rub one's teeth on their outside bones." The mysery meat was tougher than he expected, leading him to start scoring its side with a sharp talon. After he tried the bread and the cheese, first of which was unbearably bland, though he'd seen priests eat it often with most their meals. The cheese was... strange, an odd shape, and odd taste, and he bit into the side of it that felt more like a candle before deeming that layer inedible, but not after trying to scrape wax off one of his fangs.<br/><br/>Mesut listened to his new companion talk, satisfyingly of things he could understand, though warped by the outsider's perspective. The statues he had seen, and felt almost nostalgic for, their grooves and height made for ideal perches... And their loitering was encouraged, his chosen acolyte in particular told him it was beautiful to see them so close to their mother saint. Though Mesut wasn't sure if there was more to it than a simple lounging place, perhaps the attraction was magnetic, and certainly divine.<br/><br/>As Fakir continued, he only got increasingly confused, trying to put it all into a readable context. "...Orgy...?" A word never taught to him or mentioned by the temple followers, but he did understand rape, and virgin, and took great offense by proximity. "There is no rape involved in our practice." He shot the horse another glare with that venemous scowl of his. Perhaps it was greatly encouraged they'd share their bodies with the priests but only they should agree, for Mesut in particular, he never opposed to such actions. At one point as he entered maturity, it was full of strange and foreign sensations, but never violent, and he had longed to join the other snakes in their status and experience that milestone of temple life. "I don't know... if virgin is the best way to put it. It's not the same as being mates. Everyones ignorant to the initiation at one point, but it was Gulpasa's path."<br/><br/>The centaur was making him more talkative than usual, despite his throat still being coarse from the struggling and heavy breathing of earlier. Mesut sounded with anger, though only directed at Fakir as an outlet than with intent. ".... I asked earlier." Pressing again, after he had taken more hearty bites of the meat in his hands, easily carving his way to the bone as it was not half as large as his usual meals. "When I asked... if you.. groom? You did not understand." Mesut could probably sleep without asking, but the disconnect bothered him, and part of him found the idea of curling up next to the large beast attractive. Part of him that craved warmth, missed the feeling of his belly against a sun kissed stone and the rays on his back as he napped through the day. "Do you groom others...? Do you and your kind take care of each other? Because it feels" he paused , wondering the best word to describe such simple comforts he never fathomed he'd lose. Eventually he just went with a simple "good."<br/><br/>On the other hand, after the blasphemies Fakir had just tiptoed around, implying he were some sort of disgusting rape cultist, maybe it was best to keep distance and avoid such claims. The last thing he wanted were his social advances to be misinterpreted.