[ What is this staredown...there's something ominous in it, but he dismisses it reflexively, even as Syrlya starts speaking his explanation. Nothing good, in his mind, comes from unmarked packages out of the blue, so the fact the other decided to bring it along is certainly Something.

He doesn't lean over to watch Syr dig in his bag, despite the curiosity, and waits until he finally decides to straighten up with his apparent 'preparation'-

And finds his thoughts abruptly coming to a halt, like someone jammed a wrench in the cogs, because that.

That sure is. A dick?

Why. Why does he have a handheld fancy metal dick. Adelis, for all his usual composure, looks utterly fucking gobsmacked. Just totally flummoxed. He really doesn't know what lead him here right now. ]

...Syrlya. [ He is trying. So fucking hard right now to keep his voice level. ] What is that.

[ The fact the other's expression hasn't changed at all during this is, frankly, only making it worse. Adelis is proud of his poker face, but even he does not know how to properly parse the sight in front of him.

And he doesn't have time to do so, either, because it gets worse.

Just because he doesn't need to draw breath doesn't necessarily stop him from sucking one in sharply and very nearly choking at the...very audible buzzing. He doesn't! He manages to catch himself in an attempt to keep his own composure, but compared with the obvious bewildered distress this thing is causing him, it probably didn't matter. ]

That is- You did not answer my fucking question. [ Even though he...kind of gets it? It's hard to not to, considering it's status as an Ominously Phallic Object, but this is definitely not his wheelhouse. ] Do you even know how to use that properly.

[ Vibrator schematics?? Whatever. ]

[ Jesus Christ. He manages to at least not let his face twist much further at that, although he visibly twitches. God, he really did do something to him, didn't he.

And then the laugh starts, and Adelis merely stares as the vibrating monstrosity hits the floor and Syrlya promptly drops in horrible, unabashed hysterics.

There's a moment where he just stares, knowingly the butt of this joke before he finally, slowly, crosses his arms across his chest, eyes narrowing to a glare to match the light tint of his face. He leans over the bed somewhat, peering straight at the taller man's giggling form, clearly unimpressed. ]

Aren't you having a bloody good time. [ It's hard to make this sound serious, when the buzzing is still very much audible. ] Anything else you care to bring out while you're at it, or are you quite pleased with yourself as is?

Oh. How utterly terrible.

[ It lolls off his tongue, dry as hell. Laugh it up, motherfucker. ]

And it seems to have slipped my mind as well. [ Judgmental Dhampir Staring. ] So I suppose you'll have to simply make do without.

[ He is not going to uncross his arms, even as he straightens up. He does not take kindly to being made a fool of.

He was perfectly justified in his reaction, by the way!! He casts said Cursed Vibrating Sex Object another glance as it continues it's loud protests, before slipping his gaze back to Syr himself. ]

...I won't up and say it wasn't enjoyable- there's no point in doing so. [ Even if it's something he doesn't see a point in unless it's transactional, even he knows that. ] I just wasn't expecting an offer again.

[ ...Well, he's never really thought of it before. He knows some people do it like that, yes, but he's never really had the time to consider it that way.

He goes quiet for a few moments, like he's mulling it over. ]

If you wish me to bloody honest, I haven't quite seen it that way. [ But. He does shift his gaze towards the basket, contemplative. He's had a lot of things on his mind which are the furthest things from sex, but...] ....It's not like we've much else to occupy our time, however. Why not.

[ He sighs. ]

I'm not not interested. [ Also just so we're clear!! ] I just rarely, if ever, had time to consider it for reasons that weren't transactional. It simply hadn't crossed my mind.

[ But, he won't lie, it wouldn't be...bad. For all wandering about here has done, Adelis is still fairly tense- as one tends to be, when freshly trauma-dumped. ]

Perhaps it truly is a shame, then, that I didn't bring the rope with me.

[ Adelis quirks a brow faintly as Syrlya starts digging through drawers, but the answer as to why makes him huff out a vaguely amused noise. ]

Perhaps I am a horrid influence, if you've become that fond of the idea. [ Instilling a love for BDSM in the plants...truly, what is he. ] But I think I'll refrain from swallowing any dubious drugged candy.

[ His constitution is ass right now, after all. God knows how that would turn out. Since his gloves are already gone, he'll sit to hitch his legs up and undo the laces on his boots, setting them aside once he's managed to do so. At least there's no corset to unlace this time. ]

[ He knows what you are.

Adelis only casts a side glance at the bottle that drops on the bed before returning to his task, gripping the bottom of his shirt to begin to pull it off. He's only just managed to slip his arms out of the black fabric when the crackle of magic makes him freeze, head whipping around for the source-

And...lets his face drop at the sight of Syr's clothes just. Dropping right to the floor. Bruh.

He meets that gaze, blank face mimicking the other's own when he had opted to pull out his Magical Vibrator, slowly letting his own shirt fall. ]

Hasn't somebody developed a flare for the dramatics today.

[ Showoff. ]

Yes. Because now is the perfect time for that.

[ Testing the bounds, his ass. He knows what you're doing. His mind tricks are incapable of randomly shedding clothes, so Adelis, instead, rolls his eyes as he turns back to divest himself of his garters and pants, letting them drop to the floor after the clinking of buckles and belts is finished.

He has a thumb hooked in the black of his undergarments at that question, and he hums dismissively at it.]

It certainly overshadows the ones we've got at home. [ He lifts a hand idly, wondering if he should pull the ribbon in his hair loose. ] And yet here we are, using it for something entirely different than sleeping.

It would be a waste of a day if you were to nap during it, anyway.

[ Truly a shame. He's perfectly fine with what they have back at the farm, since it's already 10x better than anything he's slept in back in Ostoya, but this would have been an Experience.

He leans back onto the bed and into the touch, but the question has him pausing- it brings light to the thing he tries to ignore, and thus Adelis has to actively shove the feeling down further as he shakes his head and shuffles himself on the bed properly. ]

I only feed if I am actively trying. I'm perfectly capable of using my mouth normally. [ Actively trying, or losing himself, but he's fairly confident in his ability to stay fucking sane right now. Better than he was day one. ] I prefer to not do it frequently, regardless.

[ Well. He supposes that is a new obstacle that will have needed addressing, anyway.

Luckily, the other does not ask too many questions, and doesn't pry where he needn't.

He tilts his head lightly at the lips skimming his skin, press of a hand to his thigh urging his own to coil up and shift through Syrlya's hair. The familiar shift of foliage against his fingers is met with a soft hum, especially as his other hand opts to skim the other's shoulder- pressing his nails into the junction between his neck and shoulder.]

A shame this healed up nicely. [ The spot he'd dug in deep with his teeth, anyway. ] I was curious about seeing how well it would have bruised myself.