Henry makes a face. "Well, any blood resulting from our magic is accidental. We have that much going for it."

"Plus, the duplication of nifty gadgets. Ooh, we should film him. With a focus on his cum-gutters."

"...you should what with a focus on my what?"

"Cum-gutters are those lines on your waist that go towards you dick area," he says pointing at the relevant area on Taharqi's anatomy.

"why"

Shrug.

"It is... just an expression, unless you are asking about the filming part?"

"I am asking about the expression, but yes the filming part intrigues me also."

Gabe just shrugs. "I just like the expression. Subtlety is not my style."

"Huh, I assumed it was not a literal expression, more like how they channel your gaze into a direction that makes you cum?"

"So films. We have machines that can do things like record light and sound when you point them towards the thing you want to record, and some other machines can show you the record. Some machines can do both."

He pulls out his phone from his pocket, happy to see that the outer casing is a bit cracked, but the phone itself is whole and working. He opens the video gallery, showing a short clip of a brook.

"—that's incredible."

"Thank you! I didn't invent the thing, but I did adjust and create this model. There are other functions and uses that require other people and machines, but it's handy. And I could make you a few."

"A few. Wow."

It is finally dawning on him what "copy" means, here.

Thomas peers over Taharqi's shoulder at the phone. "I am disappointed you don't have any personal videos in there."

"He does, but in a hidden folder."

"Personal? Folder?"

"Videos of us fucking and the like. Folders are the things where the things that are the films are."

"So... one of these?" he asks, pointing at the phone.

And, well, now he's getting affected by all this talk of fucking.

"I mean, inside the phone, Henry can explain it better. I'm more interested in other areas." He lowers his eyes.

"Well, I can try explaining. I don't know if you will be too distracted."

"I vote for being too distracted," Thomas stage whispers into Taharqi's ears.

Taharqi grins. "I think I would be rather inspired by these... personal videos of yours."

Thomas pats Taharqi on the back. "Now we are talking!"

Henry snorts, but he fiddles with his phone and unlocks the private folder. He selects a video of himself and Gabe in a pool. Gabe is already naked and pulls down Henry's swimming trunks; Henry "retaliates" by grabbing Gabe's head and """forcing""" Gabe to suck Henry's now exposed dick.