Ezra could feel his face reddening as Andras spoke to him, gave him that same appreciative look as the Asha dealer from the market. He was following closely behind Reis, cradling his packet of seeds and letting his eyes dart between Reis and his guest. "You do not have to wonder, Mister Andras," Ezra replied softly, his voice airy and wispy, light on the air. He smiled gently, tilting his head as he admired the hard lines of Andras' face. "I will tell you whatever you like. I am very good at answering questions, as long as I have the answer in my head. If I do not have the answer I can try to find it. I can read in multiple languages, though sometimes I come across Belmiran words I am not familiar with." Andras seemed amused by every word that drifted from Ezra's lips, and the Asha couldn't help but feel his heart beat loudly in his chest at the attention. The way Andras looked at him was how he imagined Reis would when they finally came together, but Reis had never once looked at Ezra with anything more than a reluctant tolerance.<br/><br/>"A party?" Ezra inquired, shrugging his shoulders lightly as the males made their way into the sitting room. "I've never been to a party before, but I have read about them, and they sound fun!" During his language lessons, Ezra had encountered many curious words. He did not know how Belmiran parties operated, but back on Tuloa, a party contained merriment, feasts, and dancing. Sometimes, among the older Asha currently going through their mating periods, the dancing would transform into a sensual waltz. The movements of the Asha would develop into a mesmerizing display of flexibility, grace, and strength, culminating in the moment the two creatures came together and devolved into passionate, animalistic sex. Watching one another mate was not unusual among the Asha; sex was considered something positive, something to be encouraged as the mating cycles of Asha were incredibly short compared to other species. Ezra had watched many "breeders" mate, the ones the keepers never sold in order to keep producing beautiful, healthy Asha, though he had been discouraged from such exploratory activities himself, to keep pure until he had been sold. Ezra had never been told who his breeders were, but that had never been considered something important to him. All Asha were his family, all females his mother. Until the keepers snatched him from an Asha female's breast and taught him to call one of them "Mother" instead.<br/><br/>Miss Ita brought out a tray with three steaming cups of tea, pointing out one that had been prepared specially for Ezra. The Asha made a light squeaking noise, ecstatic that he too would be allowed to indulge in this "tea" his master and Mister Andras seemed to be fond of. Ezra hovered near Reis, unsure of where his master wished for him to sit, or what he was supposed to do as Master wasn't giving him any instruction. His attention was stolen the moment Andras grabbed the cup that had been made for him and beckoned him forth. The Asha looked to Reis for approval and his master gave it without hesitation. Andras had picked a small love seat to sit on, causing Ezra's body to be pressed up against the stranger, Andras' long legs touching his own and strong arm near his.<br/><br/>The Asha said nothing when Andras moved to put the strange white sand in his beverage, but Ita caught the guest's attention. Ezra watched as Andras grabbed a piece of<i>oluna</i>, a small, bitter fruit with a deep purple skin and reddish flesh.<i>Oluna </i>was best eaten in small bites, paired with either another fruit or a cream made from<i>i'ojaan </i>milk, a cow-like creature found living near the beaches of Tuloa. Ezra missed<i>i'ojaan</i>cream; he didn't know if it was possible to transport all the way from Tuloa. Perhaps he would have to ask Master.  He frowned when Andras spit out his bite of fruit into a napkin. "You didn't eat it right," he said simply, though Andras was asking his own questions now and Ezra felt compelled to answer.<br/><br/>"I have been told that eating certain foods will make me extremely ill," he clarified. "As far as I am aware, the only thing outside of my diet that is considered safe is water. I can drink water from anywhere. The man who sold me to Master told me to make it very clear that I was only to eat from an approved list. Anything else would make me vomit, and enough bad foods and I could die. Mister Yhet has been very nice with providing me safe, delicious foods."<br/><br/>Ezra reached, taking the cup of tea from Andras and lifting it up to his face. The steam curled around his sharp, attractive features and the Asha smiled, enjoying the heat against his skin. It reminded him of Tuloa. He blew, knowing the hot liquid would burn if he didn't, and took the unsugared liquid into his mouth, letting it rush down his throat and warm his body. "Mmmm... " Ezra purred, closing his eyes and dissecting the delicate flavors. Yhet had taken liberties brewing this tea for Ezra. He could identify a few different fruit essences, plus a deep, earthy note from a root he knew he had tasted before but couldn't quite figure out. Regardless, Ezra was pleased with the flavor, and he looked to Ita.<br/><br/>"I must tell Mister Yhet this is wonderful. I like tea, very much."