[ As perceptive as Lilia was, he doesn't realize there's anything more to what Cater's thinking, even as he plays with a strand of his hair. More than anything, he assumes it's just a little awkward for Cater to talk about this with the father of someone he slept with so often.

With a short nod, Lilia chews on his bottom lip, seeming to think everything through for a second. He, unlike Cater, didn't know any better.]

Would he really mind if you and I explored different aspects of our friendship too, then? I can't imagine he'd be upset with me about that. Especially with how close the two of us are! Personally, I don't find much strange with this, [ He should, but he has too much experience to care.] and if nothing else, we don't need to tell him.

[ His legs are spread there on the bed as he sits upon his knees, both of his hands falling down to rest on the bed right between his own legs. He stares up at Cater expectantly as he leans close, his eyes half-closed. ]

Don't you want to, dearest Cater? To see if you can handle me?