"Part of life should be enjoying as many tastes as one can."

Of course what he's getting a taste of now is definitely more meaty. Sure, there was the implication in Zevran that there was more Nida could get into, but here? He tilts his head up enough to smile up at Bull, and he can appreciate how much of a difference in height there is. Difference in size. Difference in a lot of things.

Biting off more than you can chew is a phrase that comes to mind and he ignores.

"I'm a trained mercenary, and I've been in combat training since I was ten. Hard and rough isn't going to break me. In fact, I can't see the point to anything less. Not when looking at a guy like you. I like being told what to do, being physically manipulated. I like the rush that comes with knowing I could get caught in the act. I'm an adrenaline junkie, and that crosses easily into the bed. Normally I have no problem with a bit of blood but... No magic here to heal that up, so I'd probably suggest something a little less than that. And there is nothing better than knowing that I can be restrained by a man."

Actually that gets him smirking. Clearly at a pleasant memory. Or a lot of them actually. Why not share?

"To be honest, a lot of my encounters back home tend to start with sparring matches. There's something intense about being slammed against the mat by someone just a bit better than you, or pinning them yourself. Not that I think I could put you on your ass unless you wanted it. Pinned, covered by a good weight and knowing I'm powerless in front of that."

Then he tilts his head, a hand raising up to pat Bull's coat. That was the one other thing.

"And I like to see my partners. So definitely less layers than this."