<span style="font-style: italic">“Your vanity does seem to interest me, and I don’t mind feeding it once in awhile. How did you manage to be concerned about how you look? You do tend to boast about it once in awhile. I imagine you have a lot of questions and I will answer them the best I can, but as for questions for you I have to think.”</span><br/><br/>Rimion looked over at Max, helping himself to more of the decadent wine Max went through the trouble to acquire. "Once might in a while would be good and substantial for me. I enjoy flirting with you quite a bit." "But as far as appearances, I care much less than you might think. Appearances and labels... They mean nothing to me, really." He started, getting up for a moment, so Max could see him completely. His eyes squared at Max, he let his vest fall to the ground, his bare chest exposed but he did not move an inch to flex for the man. "In fact, I wasn't always like this, Max. Growing up, I was actually much smaller than my brothers. While I was training alongside, I always aimed to do more than them in the hopes that I would get big too. And look at me now." He said, his smile returning to his face.<br/><br/>"But on another note, give it some time... Eventually, the questions will soon come rolling. But I have two questions: Why don't we wrap this deliciousness up and take this to your room or mine. I'll ask the other later."