Oh...Sesyria's praising him. That's actually really humbling. And flattering. And it gives him a feeling of butterflies in his stomach. Which he's not going to think about too closely, okay?

Instead, he just shoves his hands in his pockets as they keep walking, wending their way through park paths, Vrenille's mind still working like an overactive bouncing ball that he's only gradually getting under control.

"Pretty damn consistent, yeah. That's the thing though, with the quotas 'n all, it sorta makes people's sexual hang ups a real big deal. Far as this place is concerned, you gotta be in the mood and you gotta perform, else they're gonna do something to make you. And I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

He looks at Sesyria sidelong as he says this, just for a moment, before refocusing his eyes steadily on the path ahead.

He wouldn't wish it on anyone, especially the person walking beside him. Only he's not sure whether Sesyria's realised yet all the implications this place and it's rules are going to have for him yet. Vrenille doesn't want to ask, but he knows he's got to: "Kyinnlen...didn't arrive with you, did he?"