the rest of the meal was spent in silence though he did not mind it so much and remained quiet until the deserts came at which point he finally spoke up, "who said i believed cirro's hoodoo bullshit? there is a difference between believing and tolerating"

He smoothly arched over the table and touched the sack that hung around Ambrosia's neck. He twisted it against his finger tips and lifted it off the mans. "So is this tolerating or believing because you are not even seeing him tonight."

quickly he reached out and pulled the grisgris out of the man's hand and put it back around his neck and under his shirt. "that isn't the same, it is no different that the phone you gave me. something to keep with me at all times," reaching down into his pocket he fished out the cellphone and held it aloft, "equally useless and as much a talisman than anything cirro has given me. i have a phone and it has your number and a hundred more"

"... so you bitched to Cirro about being late and unreachable and he gave you that?" Galvin said slightly confused. He knew from his little encounters that the man relied on his gods but he didn't understand how that would make Ambrosia on time. Out of curiosity he found himself asking. "And what do you carry of your other lovers?"

he smirk, "absolutely nothing. you two are the only ones to ever profess you loved me and you two are the only ones who put your faith in baubles. though if each of my lovers through the years demanded what you do i would break my back under the weight of useless trinkets"

"Actually that phone was not a bauble, it was practical. However since I seem to be very predictable and I am sure you can sense where I am when you want me you don't have to keep it." He leaned forward again "That is not the same for that however. If I were to get you something less practical like say a ring then you can have something to compare too."

impulsively he pressed in for a kiss before pulling away with a smirk, "it would be if i did not already have four of your phone-numbers including the one in this phone, i only have it because you want me to have it and rings chafe my fingers"

Before the man could get to far away he twisted his fingers into his collar and pulled his lips back to his. Pulling away and nuzzling his cheek along the side of Ambrosia's face he paused whispering into the mans ear with a sultry voice. "Then don't complain about it It can easily be replaced with a collar and a leash and you would never have to leave my side."

he could see the waiter returning but paid that no mind as he returned the tone, "you forget who is the master though i think a collar would be just fine...you prolly look damn good in leather straps"

He pressed his lips against the pale skin. "Says the man that is frequently my bitch, and that is fine as long as it does not become en vogue at the club." Gracefully he pushed himself away and let his fingers unfurl from the crumpled fabric. "I think an army of mesh wearers is enough."

grinning he let the other have the last word long enough for them to choose their next course and their wine. when the waiter had gone he leaned back in once more, "less often than you are mine though i disagree, an 'army' of girls in belts sounds delicious"

He laughed. "Morgan and his clients would corrupt the purity of that vision. The mesh was one thing but do not go over board. " Shaking his head at the dreadful sight he plucked his freshly filled glass "Besides I do not think your french friend sells things like that."

"i am sure she sells many difficult and beautiful things to help get it up.....unless you have already looked into it in which case i am sure we can find another provider of the strange and binding"

He looked away "That is for me to know and you to find out but I am saying if the machine works fine then do not add extra oil. At least for one night a month that is fine, but not part of our regular uniforms."

the grin came back full force, "you do not understand, i am not looking for uniforms for work i am looking for outfits for an orgy"

He growled and poked his food with his fork. "And when this happens, I will not be there, but I will leave a box of condoms for your and your playmates."