"Show me."
"I've got Triple Attack!" he says brightly. "And Double Strafe, and my cloaking is better than Alph's was when you left the Academy. Oh, I can make poison out of thin air." It turns out that most other people take a lot longer than him to be able to do that and they've been calling him a prodigy just like they do Vallynn but saying that apparently counts as talking about his guildmates. Except it's fine if Vallynn already knew in advance that that's meant to be badass? This enchantment is trippy.
"...like an actual liquid? Or just make weapons you're wielding be magically poisonous?"
He cups his hands together and a clear odourless liquid starts appearing there out of nowhere. Then he drinks it and starts to lick his hands clean.
"Doing what?" he asks, slowly running his tongue between his fingers while holding eye contact with Vallynn.
"Mmhm," he says, putting his fingers into his mouth and sucking on them one by one.
"Oh but I did," he says, in a low voice. "Even skin contact can be painful so I need to make sure I'm completely safe when I've got three fingers knuckle deep in you."
"I think," he says, slowly, leaning over closer to Vallynn, "that I want you to show me your room." And he pulls Vallynn in for a kiss.
It stings a bit.
He wants to argue but he really can't. He does want it in his mouth.
"...is this piercing where the enchantment is? Are all rogues pierced down there?"
"I mean, yeah, but it's expensive and I had kind of expected it to mostly only happen once we were more established as adventurers and able to make proper money. ...I suppose you are rich."
"I saw the daggers you had hanging off the rack back at the Academy. That was money."