The youth chuckled a bit and shrugged, taking a drink from his glass. Fine. A challenge accepted. "To the best of my knowledge, I have never done. Though, being fair, it seems I grew up a very different creature than the one you knew."

Seth took another pull of beer and lunged across the table, one hand grasping the back of Jochy's head and pushing his tongue past the man's lips, trickling some of the beer into the man's mouth.

To say that Jochy was surprised, was an understatement. But being surprised, and being reluctant were two completely different things. So once the first shock was past he returned the kiss, taking his time with it.

Oh this was not gonna end well. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. But this was Seth he was kissing, and for better or worse he'd never really stopped loving the man. He'd just grown so pissed at him it outweighed everything else.

And now... that was not the case anymore.

Besides. Seth kissed him first, as far as he was concerned, the gauntlet was thrown.

So, he broke the kiss, running his fingertips over Seth's cheek as he leaned back in his chair. "Not bad" he confessed. "For a beginner."

Seth swallowed the last little bit of beer and smirked, leaning back in his own chair. "I wouldn't think so," he replied, pushing back on two legs. "Still, you'll note a distinct lack of blush." He gestured at his cheeks which were a bit flushed, to be sure. But hardly enough that one could really notice.

The youth grinned a bit. "I mean, really, what's a body to do on the long nights but practice?"

"Oh please tell me I didn't just hear you make a joke. And a lewd joke at that." Jochy just couldn't stop grinning, which was a lot better than he had planned on feeling tonight.

"See..." he continued, licking his lips just a little bit. "The thing with practicing on your lonesome, is that there are certain things a pair of lips can do so much better than a hand. Just no comparison." So it was teasing Seth wanted?

Two could play that game.

"You know, I start to think that for all anyone knew this other-Seth, they have no concept that I would be a different person," the youth replied with a smile. "The amount of reaction I get when I just do something is phenomenal to me." And to the latter part, Seth just leaned on the table with a smile as he took a drink. "Lonesome? Sir, you insult me," said the youth with a chuckle, looking at Jochy over the lip of his glass. "There are more than enough guards or guests at any time who have at least a passing curiosity about tallfolk, I'll have you know."

"Well, tallfolk are a lot different than the tuatha when yer get their clothes off. At least the men. Wouldn't know about tuatha girls there." Jochy looked as if he wasn't sure whether Seth was joking or not. Either seemed improbable.

"All girls I suppose?"

Seth smirked a bit, meeting the man's gaze. "There is a lump," was all he said.

And he returned to his beer.

"I'm not even gonna ask about that..." Jochy was grinning so much it hurt now, he had to take a deep breath and drink some more beer. Right now he hated that he had lost hir art, he couldn't very well get his foot out of his boot without it, not secretively at least. And it had been cold and rainy enough for him to wear them.

So instead he looked a little thoughtfully at Seth. "Suddenly I see the mention of you being mistaken for a halfbreed prostitute all the time in a completely different light."

The youth shrugged a little, some of the playfullness slipping out of him.

"I tried to dye it with berries once. I went out and got this great big bucket of them. Same ones I heard were good for dying clothes. Mashed them up, added water, heated them and..." He sighed then, "Sticky mess. Nothing but. Couldn't bear to come out of my room until I'd washed it all out. And somehow all the glamours would fade away or I'd touch iron or someone would take it off."

"It was fun, though, sometimes. Even if Mother and Father would just jump down the throats of anyone they heard refer to me like that."

Jochy's face grew a little softer as well. "Yer hair was always a point of pride with you when I knew you. You loved it. Used to keep it immaculate. The times when yer had problems with yer magic for some reason and just had to use a brush was just... let's just say it wasn't easy. It's so damn soft and tangly." He hadn't planned on remembering that, helping Seth untangle his hair had been one of the more innocent pleasures they had.

"You used to be able to change yer looks without glamourie. Magic."