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"Please do. I'm fairly sure that having multiple me's running around is going to be pretty destructive. The gay bars will be flooded and gay men everywhere will no longer be single." He barely suppresses a snicker. Brennan comes back with two plates, and he places them each on front of Vincent and Liet. "Will that be all?" He beams at them. Liet nods, and off he goes.

Vincent can't help but laugh. "But what if there are so many of you that there's not enough gay men?" Would it be a Liet orgy or something then? He's still laughing a bit at the thought. It's just too funny for him really at this point. "I'm now imagine like...an gigantic number of you." It's funny to him.

(just a heads up, but spring semester is starting up and I'll be a little bit slow!)

"There would be a massive orgy." He nods, as if he's already thought this through. "I'd probably join it. I hate to sound narcissistic, but I'd totally bang my clones. Who knows better how to turn me on than me?" He beams. "You know, if you're into gangbangs though, I could probably have something arranged.." There's that smile again. One would even call it a hit eating grin...

(Ew. School. -hisses-)

Vincent just tilts his head, staring at Liet, before he starts laughing once his brain can finally start working again. It doesn't really surprise him once he works through that. Liet having sex with Liets. Seems very possible if there were enough of him. He stops laughing at the gangbanging. That's when just stares flatly at Liet. "No." That's it.

(I'm alright with it. I'm in college, so it's not nearly as horrible as high school.)

"No gangbangs, got it. That's one of my kinks, so I thought I'd ask. The more dicks the better, you know." He sips his drink like it's the most casual dinner conversation he's ever had. Someone offers him a weird look, but he's either blind or ignores it.

Vincent just stares at him, trying to say something, but nothing is coming out at this point. After awhile, he regains the ability to talk. "Never really did anything of that nature..." Considering his lack of socialness and his fear that he'd hurt someone...he personally thought it would be safer not to do things with people.

(I liked high school .-. But I think that's because I hate driving :D)

"It's great! If you know what you're doing. Regardless of what anyone tells you, you can actually poke your eye out with dicks." He nods sagely. Yes, indeed. "The fun thing is the snacks they give you before. Well, if you attend a sex party, they'll probably feed you snacks. At least, the good ones do. Have you ever had an orgy?" The awkwardness deepens. There's a grin plastered on his face, like he knows exactly what he's doing, but he speaks as if it's dinner appropriate conversation.

Vincent jsut stares at him, turning bright red. He makes a strange noise of his as Liet continues on, his poor brain can't take all of this at one time. "Why?" Why must Liet talk about these things? And in public, that makes it a bit worse. "No! Why would I have? I would probably fry someone or something." He's making this horrible face, unable to help it at this point.

"Hey, I don't judge." He holds up his hands, still grinning. "You look sweet and vanilla, but you could be into some hardcore BDSM for all I know. There's a whole underground culture that's into electricity during sex. You could be a rock star of electric sex there if you really felt like it." He snickers a little bit.

"People can do whatever they want...I'm not into that." At least to his own knowledge, he isn't. "I don't trust people to do that to say the least and I'm not into frying people personally." During sex or during anything to tell the truth. He just lays down his head on the table.

He starts laughing harder, and Vincent feels a gentle hand rubbing his shoulder. "Don't take it to heart! I'm only half serious! Mostly, I'm pulling your leg. But it is good to be confident in your sexuality and to know what you like and dislike too." He wags his finger, still grinning.

Vincent just makes a bit of a noise as Liet laughs even more, though he does, kind of, lean into the touch a bit. "Yeah, but that means half of you is serious..." And that's kind of scary in its own right. He just shakes his head a bit. "I was more worried about shocking people than doing that kind of thing." He says softly. It seemed more important to not kill someone instead of having sex.

"Of course I'm half serious." He leans forward on the table, grinning at Vincent. He doesn't move his hand. "I don't make it a secret I think your hot and want to get into your pants. And lets be fair here--you can't let your powers limit your life like you have been. It's not going to hurt me, and sexuality is something that nearly all humans need to express. From my point of view, all signs point to us boinking one another." He wiggles his eyebrows. If this is his definition of flirting, it's absolutely ridiculous.

Vincent feels the blush creeping up on his face already. It'll probably be there for awhile. "Believe me, I have noticed, just a little, that you want in my pants." Though he does think Liet is attractive, he's just one to move slow. The ability to fry people can do that to a person. He snorts at Liet's words, not sure if he's embarrassed as hell or wants to laugh. He's not against the idea as long as no one ends up fried or anything.

He looks like he'll say something, but he starts laughing before he can get it out. "I-I'm sorry, it's just-you're so flustered that it's funny!" He laughs. His food is forgotten now, he's focused on Vincent and laughing.

Vincent just looks so unhappy when Liet starts laughing. "It's not funny!" At least it isn't to him, and he doesn't get how it is funny either. "Stop laughing at me!" He's kind of pouting though he doesn't realize it yey.