"Are you avoiding Tarmio?" The husband of his beloved Esmionis grinned. "You often come when he's not at home."
Esmionis sat down next to him in the next chair.
"In fact, I'm not afraid of him at all," Gedeon justified himself with mockery. "I can always stand up for myself, I just don't want to listen to his endless blackmail."
"Drags you to bed?"
"Well, you yourself heard his jokes and hints when Denris and I came here."
"I saw the prince for the first time. So charming and not tall. It's no surprise that everyone is interested in him. Are you and him lovers now?"
"Eh, you're too curious. Why do you care?"
"Why?" The handsome vamp's eyes flashed. "With such a body, it would be strange to expect indifference."
Esmionis looked meaningfully into his eyes.
"What? What you're hinting?"
"You're bisex," Esmionis chuckled playfully. "So you've been sleeping with guys even before you got involved with Denris. You could introduce me to him too."
Gedeon gave him an angry look.
"For what?"
"To communicate and make friends," Esmionis answered calmly. "He must have such wonderful mana!"
"All the vamps want to meet him in order to lure him into their arms. So you got it: I don't want to share him with anyone. He is mine! Liorif is enough, which will not come unstuck from him."
"It aroused my curiosity even more..."
"Why did you start this conversation? We're not even friends!" Gedeon was confused.
"This is what worries me. I dream of your favor, after all, you are my wife's lover, and we don't communicate at all."
"I try not to make friends!" Gedeon snapped.
"Why?"
"Do you know who they think I am? Hermaphrodite! They drag me to bed, hoping that I will make them happy."
Esmionis made a surprised face.
"Oh! It is unlikely! You're too young to be him. As far as I know, herms already exist in our society, but they carefully hide it. You're definitely not."
"Hah! Do you know the signs of a herm?"
"Approximately! The body aroma should be special and refined. If a vamp feels it close, he will go crazy."
"Do I smell bad?" Gedeon narrowed his eyes.
The vampire sniffed as he came closer.
"The smell of forest herbs, like any syrinx. Herm's is floral!"
"Where did you dig this up from?"
"Doesn't matter! But you are definitely not a herm! You have a masculine figure, thin hips. A herm's body should be more feminine, softer."
"He-he! Tell them all, otherwise they will pester me."
Esmionis laughed reservedly:
"They're just teasing you. Everyone already knows that Irinel is a hermaphrodite."
"What? No...."
"I know you are lovers? Lucky he!"
"But for some reason you rejected him?"
"I don't like him, but you do!" Esmionis stated, winking.
"And what do you want from me?"
"Romantics..."
"Everyone tells me that at the beginning, and then I end up in their bed," the prince muttered displeasedly. "I'm not at all a soft toy to be squeezed by everyone. There are enough guys around for this, why don't you turn to someone else. Isn't Tarmio enough for you?"
"He and I are not on equal terms, he always gives orders and pushes me around. I'm attracted to your personality more than your incredible body. I know that you are fed up with intimacy and do not strive to find new partners, but I still dream of your attention."
"Such relationships almost always lead to physical intimacy. It's hard not to caress your beloved friend. I am sure that you will begin to give up after a short communication with me. No matter how much I tried to stop myself from grabbing Denris in my arms, it still happened."
Gedeon carefully peered at his interlocutor, whose mood was greatly spoiled due to his straightforward refusal.
"I'm sorry," Esmionis whispered barely audibly, tiny shining crystals falling from his eyes. "You, of course, are tired of endless declarations of love, but I can no longer carry within myself what I feel... I have long wanted to get closer to you and my heart was broken by the fact that you are with Irinel, the one who has been harassing me for many years. Why didn't you refuse him? Why is he so good?"
Esmionis threw himself at Gedeon's feet, lowering his tear-stained face and not daring to touch him.
"Why humiliate yourself like that?" The prince exclaimed in amazement and put his hands on his shoulders. "Get up! I'm not the princess who promised you a son."
The fan looked into his eyes confusedly.
"You... touched me!"
"Well, it doesn't mean anything!" Gedeon immediately pulled his hands away. "You skillfully pressed for pity: you burst into tears like a little child. I see that your feelings are sincere, but I cannot respond in kind to everyone who confesses their love to me. Irinel forced me to have sex using prolonged persistence and, indeed, he turned out to be very good at pleasing, as he boasted."
"I'm good too. I will please you as you wish... Abs kisses, for example?"
"Right now?"