“Do you think I've been here as long as I have been maintaining my uppity attitude?” Vasyli snorted “I guess you do. Most of you do, and I don't do much to make anyone believe otherwise. But really think about it. The circus is not a place of extravagances. You know how it is behind the scenes. This is as good as it gets.” Vasyli motioned around his tent. “Even this, I didn't always have this.” He was in no position to leverage for privilege when he first arrived. He was just a dancer, something eye-catching to add in but his real talent had taken time to learn. Even more time to have a worthy act.<br/><br/>“Been this way for a long time, yes. But nothing is ever as it seems.” It was the circus after all, a place of illusion. Even behind the curtain. Vasyli had seen many change and adapt, same as he had.<br/><br/>“I like my bed partners like I like my drink; varied. I guess that's to say I don't really have a type.” He shrugged. “You can probably guess what I don't like. It's not a game between Osran and I because we are coworkers. I've found many other things worth exploration, mood dependent of course.” He still tended to steer clear of humans as a whole.<br/><br/>“If we had met under different circumstances there's no telling. Depends on what I was looking for at the time. You wouldn't have put me off, if that's what you're asking.” There were a few types Vasyli wouldn't give the time of day. Kevice didn't fit into any of those categories. He finished off the first glass of wine before getting up, pouring himself another glass. His movements were still fluid and he enjoyed the warmth spreading through his limbs like a familiar blanket.<br/><br/>“Emotions get out of control when people pair up or start sleeping with one another. Things get messy. He's seen it enough, the sneaking around, the possessiveness, the jealousy.” He gave pause, thinking about the rest. “As for the paintings, I don't make decisions in regards to those. Mathis does what he thinks is eye-catching. To fill seats he would say. You have to admit he's good at that.”<br/><br/>When Vasyli came back over he fluffed up the blankets and pillows and melted down into them, keeping his glass of wine expertly level so as not to spill, careless of Kevice spread out beside him. He hadn't given all that much thought to if this was a good idea. He knew it wasn't; knew that Mathis would disapprove but he was proceeding without caution, alternating between harsh swallows of liquor and enjoying the wine.<br/><br/>“No one here has taken you up on your offer?” Vasyli asked, a curious glint to his eye, wondering if someone had gone sneaking off with Kevice after a little friendly flirting. More sneaking than he had with Kevice. If anyone had it wasn't knowledge Vasyli was privy to, or maybe that wasn't even his goal. It was hard to tell with Kevice.