“I was just being silly,” he replies with a nervous grin, looking around for some kind of rescue from this situation and not finding one.

“One is supposed to strongly disclaim any kind of authority in my culture, and besides that I have had to do so to people suspicious of the scions’ intent several times, too. You’d be surprised how many people assume I want to usurp a kingdom.”

On the one hand, Red Fir clearly looks displeased by his reaction, but on the other, this really isn’t the ideal place for this. So perhaps it’s for the best.

"My internal dirty talking machine is coming up with all sorts of innuendos off that to paper over the momentary awkwardness but they all rely on it not being incredibly offensive to call you a king."

He pulls his chin in and down and smirks bashfully. “Now I’m curious,” he says slowly. If he was handing himself over on a platter, so be it. Curiosity killed the catboy. “If it isn’t offensive to you, I can play along. And if you aren’t trying to convince me to help you overthrow a sultana or something.”

"What kind of king, one wonders, gives himself to a random commoner the met today? Decides to fuck him in the baths, out in the sun, for everyone to see? Maybe that's how the king serves his subjects, by letting them relieve their tensions with his body." He gives Qana'to's dick a squeeze to punctuate that.

(Red Fir's own erection had started to flag a bit, but this young stud is apparently more virile than that.)

If Red Fir had withdrawn his hand during that little interlude, Qana’to would likely be half-mast at best. As it stands—well, he’s still standing.

“That’s—that sounds—tempting,” he says with a distinct quaver in his voice. Not much point in lying about it when it’s that obvious on his face. “Basically a bholgwo’ra ruunte, but with a fancier hat. Such a king might convince me.”

He tilts his head quizzically.

“Its a, uh—this is really very tough when I am distracted.” The quaver in his voice does not suggest irritation, though. He sighs and tries to gather his thoughts. “A kind of Keeper priest? Like the ones around here who tend shrines for various Kami, but for a phase of the moon. Specifically the phase for intimacy usually is… available… like that.”

There is someone walking out of the inn building and staring right in their direction, oh, sweet goddess, they are going to kick us out.

"Oh, Keepers have a whole social role for being free use? Maybe I should apply. Or maybe I should volunteer you. Wouldn't it be such an attraction, anyone can relieve their tension with the Warrior of Light..."

He does notice the person staring in their direction but does not actually stare back. Acknowledging them would make it look like he thinks what he's doing is forbidden. If he just acts like he's allowed... then he is.

Qana'to's head tips to the side in sudden revelation. "Actually. That is my clan's proper verse, so it would be traditional. Maybe now that they won't have much more use for me as a warrior, I could be the Lover of Light."