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When it comes to porn, Lee sticks to videos, websites and the occasional Alan Hollinghurst novel. He isn't familiar with the series, and reads curiously over Namo's shoulder to see what he's talking about.

He blinks. Many times.

"Not...really."

"They are curious things these people do. I cannot see how... that," he says, pointing to a particular passage, "can be made pleasurable."

He really, really can't.

He reads it over, wincing as he does.

"Don't ask me. God." That looks more than highly unpleasant.

"Contrary to popular belief, there are a lot of things I'll be willing to try in bed, but...those are not some of them."

He chuckles, craning his neck to kiss Lee sweetly.

"I do not think I would enjoy any of this. Perhaps the binding of my hands or a rough touch -- but this..." He glances at the pages again. "No."

He climbs over the back of the couch to sit down next to Namo. "Know what you mean."

He makes himself cozy by the fire and gives Lire a scritch behind the ears. "If you're not into it, though, there's plenty more enjoyable porn out there that doesn't involve whips and chains."

Lírë whines softly, leaning into the scritch before laying down again, dozing lightly.

"These have won awards," he points out, setting the book aside and resting a hand on Lee's thigh.

"Yeah, but that still doesn't mean you're going to like them if you're not into S&M. The awards are probably given by people who enjoy being handcuffed and strangled in bed."

Strangling was not mentioned in these books.

"People like to be strangled?" He shakes his head. "And do you have recommendations about what I would like to read?"

"Some people get off on it," he says, waving a hand vaguely. "I don't know why."

In response to this last, he pulls his copy of The Swimming-Pool Library out of his back pocket and tosses it to Namo.

"It's not really porn; it has an actual plot. But it's fairly dirty. You might want to give it a shot before you dive into the hardcore stuff." He smiles.

Námo flips through the book and nods.

"Thank you. If you enjoy it, I think I will as well. I will return this other novel to the library later." Pause. "And not read the third one."

He laughs slightly. "Probably a good idea."

He pauses, wondering just how well-stocked with porn the Milliways library is.

And has a sudden mental image of Namo casually browsing through an adult video store, which makes him snicker.

He cuddles a little closer.

"Has your day been well?" he asks softly, kissing his cheek as he set the book atop the other.

"Pretty good, yeah." He wraps an arm around Namo's waist.

Námo leans closer to kiss him properly on the lips.

"Thank you for allowing me to spend the night with you," he says softly. "I feel more rested this day."

Eru, he had missed Lee.

"I needed it too." His arm tightens around Namo. The sentiment is mutual.

"Did you still wish to go on our little holiday to the modern time of Arda?" he asks after some time merely enjoying Lee's presence.

"Hmm?" He turns, blinking at Namo. He hadn't even been thinking of that.

"Yeah--yeah, of course I would." He smiles.

He returns the smile.

"Do you know when you would like to do this? I would need to make some arrangements for the three of us... and I thought you said something about our clothing being inappropriate for the time?"

He grins. "Unless we're going to be living at the Renaissance Faire, yeah, you're going to need new clothes. I don't know, when are you free to do it?"

"Whenever. I need a day or so to prepare, since I know we will need monetary means while we are there. But -- if you wished to go on Monday, we could. It is up to you, lover. Gorlim, too, of course, but I am sure he would not mind whenever you chose."

He nuzzles his neck playfully, loving having him near again.

"If Gorlim's up for it then, Monday sounds great."

He just feels guilty that he can't pay for any of it himself. The dead are all completely at Bar's financial mercy.

"There are a lot of things we're going to need, besides money. Fake names and passports for you and Gorlim, I'll need my driver's license and passport back..."

He surveys Namo.

"And--" He hates to say this. He winces. "I think you'll need shorter hair."

"Would you be able to do these passports and such?"

Then he pauses.

"You dislike my hair now?"

"Hopefully I can ask Bar--"

He looks at Namo. "No! No, I don't dislike your hair. I love your hair. But no human guy could believably have hair like that."

Námo fingers his waist-length black hair.

"I have grown fond of this hair."

Another pause.

"And my ears?"

"I am fond of it. I wouldn't ask you to cut it permanently...just...magic it short while we were in public there."

He pauses. He hadn't even thought of the ears.

"Well," he says slowly. "It is your world, and not mine. But...there aren't any elves in your world anymore, are there? Only humans?" He has read the trilogy, at least.