"Rest and recuperation officially. We always called it rest and recreation," Jedao smiles. "A chance to find some way to blow some credits and time in a port you may never see again." Whiskey, until that ran out. Cards, until he was banned. Sex. He could only buy so many guns. Most of them he couldn't even bring with him. They were in storage while he had them (on display with the Kel, then Shuos after he was executed).

"Inter... action," Jedao draws the word out, "First hit only made you need physical touch. A hug. Cuddling. Something nice and tame satisfied it. If you ignored that or if you were super (un)lucky, a second hit would drive you further. Really get the fuck in the name." He sighs. "Sex generates a lot more Lore than waving to your neighbor or a polite conversation about the weather." That one almost makes him laugh since this is, among other things, a polite conversation about the weather.

His eyes remain an amused gold as the woman partially turns to a rabbit. Her look is far sharper, yet the edge has been removed by the fuzzy softness. "Far from the first bunny I've seen in Folkmore," Jedao says, "and welcome to the alone here club. I've been the only one from my universe here for a year now."