Zevran's Gift

[Phoebe]

"Submissive... it... hmmm. Okay, it's mostly a sex term. It's used to describe someone that takes a more... passive role in the direction sex goes. Not that they don't do anything, lotta the time the sub- shorthand for submissive- does at least as much work as the dom or dominant. But it's the dom that sets the pace, picks the activities. But the sub has final say in things, 'cause they have a safe word- or a few of them- that can put a stop ta things or just slow it down." Phoebe shrugs a little. "Not entirely mah thang so I don't really get it as well as someone that lives that life could. Ah know some that are though, iffen yer interested in learning more."

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel shakes his head. "I am not that," he clarifies. 

[Phoebe]

"But... maybe it might be a thang you could try? Ya know, instead of the slavery?"

[Nathaniel]

"I will do what is asked of me," he agrees.

[Phoebe]

...yay? I think? Maybe. Fuuuuuck I'm in over my head. "Anyhow, we've gotten waaaay off topic. What else do you have? For talents and such, I mean."

[Nathaniel]

"I am as skilled in the pleasure arts as in those of dance. I am also trained as a healer, and understand the diplomatic arts as well."

[Phoebe]

"Healer? And diplomatic arts? That could be some handy stuff. What sorts of thangs have you had opportunity ta use them skills on?" Phoebe asks curiously. 

[Nathaniel]

"I have had cause to heal minor cuts and scrapes, broken bones, burns, pulled feathers, pulled muscles, torn ligaments and musculature, deeper cuts and abrasions, hemorrhage, poisoning, miscarriage, and illness. I have also had to cause several of those effects." 

[Phoebe]

"Holy shit." Yeah, that just slips out thoughtlessly.

[Nathaniel]

He flinches. "Is that not pleasing to you, ma'am?"

[Phoebe]

The kitsune takes a moment to gather her words so she doesn't mess up her answer. "It... I'm glad you have those skills. I'm glad... that you were able to help... whoever it was that needed healing. I... don't like that you had to learn, in order to... keep yourself safe. Or your fellow... slaves safe. People shouldn't... treat other people that way."

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel nods. "It is understandable. You are very kind." We were not persons, though -- we were property, nothing more. I will never be a person, though other freed slaves may.

[Phoebe]

Phoebe studies him a moment, then steps up with her arms spread wide. "What're your thoughts on hugs?"

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel smiles, moving to hug, lowering his head. "Hugs are acceptable."

[Phoebe]

Ah hope that you mean that, not just saying it for mah sake. "You deserve better than what you've been given," she murmurs as she wraps her arms around him.