<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Freddie clapped his hands as he looked to the man watching him sit down. His brown eyes blinked a few times a little shocked the man changed his mind, he really looked like he was going to book it. With two fingers he slide one glass over to the other as his slender fingers went to grab his own. “Shots are not fancy, they are good for breaking the ice.” Waving his hand to the other bottles in the small cabinet to the side of him. “We have enough of these for a very long conversation. If you are still game.”  <br/>
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 “Your staring at me when you should be talking to me.” The man said as he rested a finger on his mustache a moment trying not to laugh. There was a confusion here, humans and whatever his type was. They were two very different creatures. What was this man thinking right now? OK so he didn't want to kill him, he wanted to fuck him, but he didn't want to talk to him? So it was all animal behaviors for these creatures right? In his younger days yes he was all magic in the bed and never taking the time to get to know anyone. Maybe that is why he died the way he died, he wasn't about to be the same little slut in the afterlife. No, it was time for a change even if he wasn't about to say it out loud.  <br/>
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 “You should tell me a little about yourself, or at least ditch the sword thing...”, wiggling his fingers to the floor. “Toss that on the floor, please. Dear god, it's scary as hell.” Pointing to the floor right when the man put his finger on his lips. OK so no more talking, he kissed the man's finger being funny and listened to what he had to say. He hoped it would be maybe a little about his background right? Yet the stranger didn't want to talk, but for good reason. “I have dark parts of my life I do not want to talk about either, I understand. I do, OK, no talking. That doesn't get you off the hook. You need to tell me a little something about yourself.” He laughed and pulled the chap stick out of his pocket. “Cherries, my favorite. I have to look my best. My fans are expecting it. Want some? Humans use it to keep their lips looking amazing. Trust me...”, Freddie removed the cap hesitating a moment before dragging it slightly over the man's lips. Pushing his own lips together a few times he pointed to his mouth. “Do this… see you will love it, trust me. Tomorrow your lips are going to feel like a million dollars.”  <br/>
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 “Is this a sexual game? Are you going to blindfold me and put something large and long in my hand?” Freddie teased as he put the chap stick on the table and poured himself another drink. “No body parts in my fingers. Promise, talk… getting to know each other first… then maybe… more.” He was only kidding himself if he was going to be able to resist the other longer then he had already. There was still a slight fear, the man was huge, and powerful and there was still a really large sword in his hotel room. “OK I'm game. Do it. I trust you.”  </span>