The Great Sael Adventure 1

"Say what you need to say, oh dear Commodore. I'm sorry if thus far I have been somewhat cold and reticent. Perhaps I have been a shade too brusque. Tell me more, of what ilk are your desires born?

The Commodore kisses you, the heat from his lips blossoming against yours, the fire of 1000 sons pressing into you.

How do you respond?

You have 2 choices: