"That's a word you could use to describe it." He's taller than Zei, so he placed his sphere higher, and it splashes the water more widely around them.

"What other possible reason could you have for this?"

"None whatsoever," he says, placing his hands on Zei's shoulder and gently turning him around and starting to scrub his back.

Zei is taken by surprise again, but is pliant enough, and when he feels Tōkan's fingers and fingernails against the skin of his back he lets out a startled yelp.

Or a startled soft moan. He's not sure which. He's thoroughly distracted from poking fun at Tōkan, though.

Excellent. "Two-one," he says.

Zei splutters a bit but can't really argue.

"I think we'll have time enough tomorrow to teach the weird foreign guy the ways of magic," he continues. "For tonight, I want to rail you senseless."

"You continue to have such a way with words," Zei says dryly, but it's not like the words aren't having an effect.

"I adapt my words to my audience."

"Ah, I see, so you decided that the best way to seduce me was to explicitly and in graphic detail tell me what you want to do with me and my body parts."

"Yes, and I was not wrong."

Zei turns around and folds his arms, raising an eyebrow and grinning lightly. "Full of yourself much?"

Tōkan places his hands on Zei's lower back and pulls him so they're pressing their bodies against each other. "I'm not wrong," he repeats.

He's not.

Zei is a heavy sleeper, and he's a long sleeper. It's still relatively early, compared to the times Tōkan's Zanarkand used to end a day, but in terms of actual number of hours spent in bed Zei is very much on the higher end.

Tōkan isn't, not so much. He wakes up before Zei, still snuggled up to him—they pushed the two beds together last night—and smiles a bit. Waking up next to someone is always really nice, always makes him feel like everything's alright.

He doesn't feel particularly inclined to actually unsnuggle and get up, though, and opts to just stay there, eyes shut, in a half-awake doze that lets time pass him by.

So when Zei himself wakes up Tōkan is still there to be groggily smiled at.

"Morning, handsome."

"Morning," agrees Tōkan, pulling himself off his own doze and lifting a hand to run a finger through Zei's hair. "I figure we're not too pressed for time or we would've been woken up, yeah?"

Another so-so gesture. "Wakka and Lulu know to give me my beauty sleep but they'll probably come knocking here soon. We do have a jungle to cross to get to the temple."

"Exciting. ...hey, is it okay if I ask more questions?"

"Sure," he says, and yawns hugely. "Might help wake me up."

"When I mentioned Auron showed up in Zanarkand, you said that the dead sometimes stay, but that seems different than what you meant about fiends?"

"Oh. Yeah. So, uh..." He stretches his neck and back, loud popping noises coming from his joints as he thinks a bit. "Some people, if they have unusual amounts of willpower and an unusually strong connection to the living world, manage to retain their senses of self even after they die. So they can pull themselves together, and reconstitute a solid body for themselves out of their own soul. These people are called Unsent. It's... not an unappealing concept, but I'm not sure I would be able to hold onto that frame of mind if I died after killing Sin; I might be too happy with my accomplishments to muster a strong enough desire to stay in the mortal world."

"...huh. I don't think Zanarkand had that."

"They're pretty rare, and often move on when whatever unfinished business kept them here gets... well, finished."