He was full of questions, but visibly delighted to hear of even taller, stronger centaurs. It was an almost childlike awe, "I've never seen people so large." Part of him wondered if there were beasts out there even greater than centaurs, surely they would have to be the size of small trees, and thick as old stumps. "Is that-" He paused, frowned, as if anxious to ask. Warily, he lowered his voice. "Is that why you're here...? And not there?" Face full of worry, he quickly backed himself up with something of personal sentiment, as if it made the question easier. "Sometimes, we have smaller snakes, much smaller. They're short, and... I don't know." Troubled, he gave it a moment's thought. "I don't know for sure, I've only heard of them, that they're weaker and singled out from us."<br/><br/>There were a lot of troubles among the temples he'd overhear, before inquiring himself and getting vague answers from the acolytes. But over time, it got easier to piece everything together. "Aren't there problems that come with many of the same family in small homes? That's why they trade females, I hear." It was obvious from his eyes that he didn't fully understand it, learning from observation alone. Most of the trials that troubled the humans were usually best left ignored, except in cases like Mesut's own curiosity.<br/><br/>Mesut lay there for some time, shifting again to his side, scratching at the hair of Fakir's legs again whilst he thought. "... About the rituals, and all of that from before..." He offered a frown, "Is it looked down on, sharing bodies with humans...? You said that others spoke rumors. About the orgy, and the rape... I wanted to know, if it was something that's only normal to me, not you or outsiders." He rest his head on the ground, staring off at nothing. Mesut kept his ears open, eager for any explanation he could be given. It wasn't long before he raised himself on his arms to inquire, as if being closer to Fakir's level put more attention on him.<br/><br/>"Would you? Or is it distasteful." Mesut shot a look like he wouldn't stop asking without an answer, as if Fakir's reply would've been some validation. After all, he was the only outsider Mesut had the pleasure of speaking with, at least without the danger of being sold or slaughtered. He furrowed his brow, adding "I... Am I talking about too much? I've never been able to ask about these before. Even the priest never answered my questions." One of the few matters that festered in the back of his mind throughout his overly relaxed life of lounging in luxury, of which now he saw was not the norm.<br/><br/>There were a lot more things he could ask, but part of him wondered if returning which such.. thoughts as contempt for temple practices would be a danger to himself. Mesut never minded the rituals, sharing his heat with those under Gulpasa was always a given, a standard. But at the same time that lack of enthusiasm only made him second-guess himself. When he was young and asked for guidance, of urges and sentiment that came naturally, most were passively stifled as lesser aspects of the recreation of Gulpasa's union with man. The doctrine was always first.<br/><br/>"Are you getting tired." He interrupted suddenly, accidentally giving himself too much to think about. Fakir seemed equally weary, perhaps he'd been keeping him up and awake unfairly.