"I am not gay," the emerald-eyed half-elf declared for the fifteenth time.

"Have I said you were?" responded the human with a shake of his head, causing his dark hair to flick around his shoulders. Try as he might have been to pay attention to Sebastian, his cloudy grey eyes kept straying back to his book, like a teething puppy trying not to think of slippers.

Sebastian continued to fidget and move around, his silver hair dancing around him like the ghost of a waterfall. He picked up the jade carving he'd 'rescued' from the Lost Temple of Hla'Llugh in the dark elven kingdom of Vent'Demain and began tossing it up and down.

Finally he burst out with "Just because we dallied, that does not mean I like men. Is that clear?"

"For the record, neither do I," Suitov put in, toying briefly with the edge of a page before turning it.

"Furthermore," said Sebastian.

"Yes?" The human mage gave up and closed the book. But he kept his place with a finger.

"Moreover and furthermore."

"Yes...?"

The half-elf sat down abruptly on the end of the bed and briefly flashed his gigawatt smile. "I think it would be just as well if word of this never reached Sylvie's ears. Or Jaina's. Or indeed, goddess bless him, Weft."

"I wasn't planning to mention it to them."