Jiang paused for a moment at Les' suggestion. A book of his art? He supposed he might see some of the appeal to it. Not everyone traveled as extensively as he had. Heck. He didn't even have an apartment to his name and it didn't affect him in the least. His ears twitched. Once. Twice. It would be something to distract himself with, whatever else. Something to focus on once duty and paperwork run out. He'd have to investigate some avenues for publishing it-one of the state run publishing houses back home would probably be happy to pick him up. He hoped.<br/><br/>At the man's next question, Jiang let out an uncomprehending mew. Then blinked. His ears pressed upwards, then descended to his scalp. Then repeated the motion. "I uh." Another blink. "No I don't really get into....trouble...on station. I try to set an example. The Soviet states might not like, erm. Hierarchies and all that. But the...well, officers, try to set a good example for our comrades. " He knew this probably wasn't the answer Les was expecting but he couldn't exactly lie to the man could he? "Mostly I just see the different ways all of them make chicken." Jiang pressed on.<br/><br/>"....I erm. Like poultry." And fish and warm milk, all at the same time ideally. Over and over. But Les didn't need to know too much about his utterly stereotypical eating habits. "I draw. But you know that. Sometimes I read. When I have the time. But you can do that anywhere so it's not....really...a station thing?" It was a queer sighting. Jiang was starting to end his sentences with questions-almost as if he were asking for his hired companion's permission for these activities. In a way, he was. Les was the opposite of him in every way. Every possible way. Jiang was not precisely a social butterfly-and Les had weaponized his charm.<br/><br/>Jiang went silent, and shifted silently. He felt the blush return to tinge his cheeks. It wasn't quite so intense, but it was present. This was all.....embarrassing. Compared to Les he didn't feel like much. Somehow, this normal social interaction had gone what countless enemy soldiers had failed to do. The genetically modified, made for battle cat was cowed. Intimidated. Intimidated by an attractive waif of a man. Not by any particular cunning or malicious effort on Les' part. Jiang simply had...no social defenses. No....proper socialization.<br/><br/>He shifted again. Suddenly quite nervous.<br/><br/>".....I.....really apperciate you taking the time to come out here." He spoke quickly. "I know this isn't the usual for you-and uh, all that. I know I can't uh, afford top rates and there's probably uh. Better.....uhm. Clients that you could have gone with inside." His voice just got smaller and smaller. It was somewhat amazing. "....So uh."<br/><br/>"Thanks."