And then they go to his house, on Liqing. Beila is clearly edgy but determined to go through with telling him - whatever.
It's a small place, and not very well decorated or maintained, but it's clean and has chairs and tables.
"So, this is kind of awkward, and given that we aren't even having sex yet maybe it's premature, but I really like you and it would be harder to find out in a month than right away if we're not going to work long term, so I decided to go ahead and tell you today. Um." She sighs. "I'm - sorta kinky?"
"Like, I did not mind slicing my hand open as long as I was in the right headspace first," Beila says. "I'm not sure how far it goes. I only just learned to heal today so I haven't, um, played with it much, and naive introspection only goes so far. Oh, and stereotypes aside, I might be a masochist but I'm not ocean-aspected, like, at all."
"...I am not even sure I know what that means," says Dao. "Ocean-aspected, I mean, I know what a masochist is."
"Ocean-aspected means liking to be bossed around. Contrasted with moon-aspect. Moon pulls, tide follows." She makes a wavy gesture.
"Gotcha," says Dao. "Okay. Um. You're kind of awesome, have I mentioned that recently?"
"I am blushing because you're a masochist," he says. "Is why I am blushing."
Beila's going to sit here and enjoy the cuteness and wait for him to elaborate.
He covers his face with his hands and hangs his head.