Nah, I guess not. You have pretty eyes. Pretty mouth-- [kavinsky's voice has a pleasant, oily edge of creep to it. it is necessarily a sexual compliment. if they weren't walking by one another, he'd definitely be looking at his 'husband's ass.] Every other orifice that the chinks would've stuffed wit jade, I'm sure that's pretty too.

Hey.

[he holds out a hand, tattooed fingers open like a dead spider, belly-up.] Can you teleport us back to the room?