"It seems that many come here after they died in another world. I must say that it does seem an improvement on most of the mythological afterlives I've heard of." So this Kuronue was not only pretty and exotic, he was dead- the Baron always found that this trait added a dash of further appeal. "The no-kill spell does make it easier to relax here, and, it does have its uses to offset the inconveniences. I'm planning to exploit it for a class on Muggle warfare soon, involving live ammunition. It should be an entertaining little game."

He let his hand fall on Kuronue's shoulder, as he didn't avoid it. A strong, young body always felt so good to the touch- he thought it a shame that they were in such a public place, but, the winged man had agreed to dinner in the future. That would be a potential opportunity to look forward to. He didn't miss the personal touch to Kuronue's words. He too was smart, and figured that Kuronue was playing up to him, especially with that lovely bit of eye contact. But, he wouldn't have considered it abusing his lechery- sensible use was not abuse, in his opinion, especially when invited. He smiled back at Kuronue, replying, "I'll be sure to make it part of my agenda in the near future. Even if I'm not able to find enough interest in the school to field full Quidditch teams, I expect there's some sort of House-based athletic competition that would interest the school." He let his hand drift over to the base of Kuronue's closest wing, fascinated by the muscle structure beneath the skin that was necessary for its motion.