"...that's... kind of scary."

"You tell me. But yeah apparently I know half a dozen spells and have no idea how or why and certainly not a smidge of theory, not even what the schools of magic are. I'll have a time catching up."

"I could help?"

"If that means I get to see your pretty face more often than otherwise I'm down."

He blushes terribly and decides his food looks very interesting. "...most people in Skyrim would... not be okay with you saying things like that."

"'Things like that'?"

Omnom not looking up. "Like... saying I'm pretty. If nothing else men aren't meant to be pretty..."

"Does 'handsome' work better?"

Blush blush. "Not... much... Two men aren't supposed to..."

"But you like men."

"I'm not punching your face out am I?" he says in a small voice.

"—really, is that how much men would hate being hit on by other men?"

"Yeah. It's..." More food. "I'm, I think magic is for me, but it would be a lie to say that mages being much less concerned with that wasn't a part of the decision."

"So I can flirt with you "

"I didn't say I'm attracted to you."

"You also didn't say you were attracted to men and yet I knew."

He laughs a bit and dares to look up at Ruby again. "Are you always this confident?"

"Who knows, I was born two days ago."

"...right."

"—that touched a button there."

"It... would feel like... taking advantage of you."

"What, 'cause of the amnesia? I'll observe I'm the one doing the flirting here. You can always say 'no'."

Well, here he is, eating and very conspicuously not saying no.

"Anyway, it looks like you're uncomfortable so why don't we go back to talking about magic?"

Onmund laughs again. "You're very direct. Yeah, okay, let's talk about magic."