"Sure, sounds good to me. You're looking good, by the way."

"I always look good."

"Sure, but these robes you're wearing make you look like a delicious snack I want to unwrap."

"We've just met again after months and the first thing you think about is getting your dick wet?"

"It has not been that many months, and also your trousers leave so little to the imagination I can see that I'm not the only one thinking about it."

"I at least have the decency to want to socialise a little bit first. Besides, you're looking hotter, too, so I'm allowed to find you physically attractive."

"Hey, I'm not jumping your bones, am I? I can want to peel those trousers off you with my teeth without doing it right now."

"If you manage to pull these off with just your teeth I'm gonna—I don't know what I'm gonna, my point is it's impossible."

"You get them off daily, I assume."

"With my hands. Which have thumbs."

"I have a tongue."

"I know this fact very intimately."

"So you know you shouldn't underestimate it."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure. Anyway, how have you been?"

"Pretty good! Can't complain. How about you?"

Wow, really vague. "Died earlier today. —yesterday? I don't actually know how long I was in stasis for."

"—seriously?"

"Seriously."

"What the fuck, what happened?"

"Have you not died yet?"

"No! —wait, is that a flex, should I be jealous that you're doing stuff that's that risky already and I'm not—"

Snort. "No. It was a mistake."

"What, did you trip and fall?"

"I went after a bounty that was too hard for me and got trapped in an underwater cave after I'd gotten a chunk of me bitten off."

"Oh. That's worse. Am I allowed to make fun of you?"