Andras thought Ezra was placing the shirt down so that he might sit there beside him. His eyes slid over the asha's body, a confident smirk on his face imagining he was interested enough in his company to do just that. To his surprise though Ezra did no such thing, instead settling for digging in the dirt of the garden. Intelligent, apparently, but still simple in his motivators. Andras tried not to feel affronted. That was more difficult to maintain when Ezra told him he didn't wish to be sold to him. It was true also that Reis did not often part with his pets.<br/><br/>“You can plant<i>better</i>seedlings at my home,” Andras argued, curbing most of the irritation in his voice.<br/><br/>“Reis does not like to go for visits. You will eventually get bored here. Reis is<i>boring</i>.” At least Andras thought so compared to the sort of activities he got up to, and the traveling he often underwent. All the people he visited. “You will find all of this out eventually. He doesn't like to participate in anything fun. Man lacks confidence and constitution. His parents fault really. They spoiled him and never made him do anything he didn't want to do.” Unlike his parents, who pushed him beyond his zone of comfort which was leagues farther out than Reis' own anyway. He watched what the asha was doing meticulously planting a few of the seeds. He didn't understand why he didn't just dump them all about the garden. Isn't that what his groundskeepers did?<br/><br/>Andras let out a little sigh of impatience and then called Ezra back over to him once he seemed as if he was finished covering the holes he created. His hands were filthy now of course, and Andras took them to try to wipe down with a kerchief he had in a pocket. It only partially helped.<br/><br/>“Let me show you something. I want to give you a taste,” Andras said, picking up the glass of dark red wine, still holding Ezra's hands in his own. Mostly so that he didn't touch his clothing with them. “It's a type of fruit, not unlike what you ate today. It should be fine and<i>only</i>a taste.” He took a long sip, letting the wine slide over his tongue and coat his lips. He didn't lick it off, but instead tugged Ezra closer and leaned into him. It was slow but Andras also exuded the confidence of a man who was not used to being refused. This was only a kiss, anyway. Harmless.<br/><br/>His hand went along Ezra's spine, pulling him closer still as he covered his lips with his own tasting of Belmiran wine. It surely would not make him sick, but it was an excuse to do what he did which was to slide his tongue over the pet's beautiful lips, seeking more than something chaste.