"You're just full of strong passions." Liir says, hands in pockets against hte chill, before immediately regretting it, blushing green. Gilbert is the type to take that as flirtation. Scratch that, to turn it into flirtation.

He wonders how sincere he could be about this. Maybe he takes to ecstasy of the religious kind the way he takes to other kinds. Hedonism but with a holy flavor. But then, he could be judging him too harshly again.