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His run-in with Akakios had left him a little shaken, still unable to comprehend how quickly the boy had changed into a young man seemingly in his early twenties. It hadn't even been a month yet. Had it? The dragon had gotten a good chortle at his poor host's expense, and though the priest would grumble about it, he was secretly relieved that Shuo had started to speak again.

"I'm already grown. How are we going to change?" He demanded, still wandering through the Pantheon if only to absently enjoy the day. It was warm, and quite pleasant. He'd missed being able to look at the sky, too.

It's impossible to say, right now. From what I remember... Shuo trailed off. The memories were so faint, broken and shattered. A tail, I believe. A slight change in hair color, perhaps the eyes...

The priest nearly tripped. "A tail? I didn't sign up for that." There were no heat in his words though, but he was clearly having a hard time fathoming himself with an extra appendage.

I don't know. You might find it quite charming. Especially useful for swatting young women on the rump when they least expect it. It was said so innocently that Laurence immediately turned an interesting shade of red, spluttering.

Léonce wasn't paying attention to anything at all except for the handsome god in his arms. He and Love were laying in the grass cuddled up together; his head was resting against Rio's shoulder pressing lazy kisses against his throat. With Leo's long hair, half unbraided and messy as it was at the moment and the distance between them it might look to Laurence that Leo was in fact a woman. But if he thought that, he'd know soon enough he was wrong.

Hn? It was hard to miss the rustling commotion the priest made as he fell over a bush somehow, and Rio raised up just enough to to see what in the world was going...and subsequently tried very, very hard not to laugh. He was partially successful, managing to choke it back into a short, amused noise, and sat up, gently bringing Leo with him, and whispered in amused 'warning,' Laurence has very, ah - delicate sensibilities. I think we may have broken him.

Once the host had regained his feet, Love beamed at him, apology and unrepentance warring in his expression. "Good afternoon, Laurence. Shuo."

He tried to keep it out, really he did, but his voice was thick with amusement.

"Lord Rio," He managed to say without stuttering, the dirt doing very little to hide the roaring flush that had consumed his face. "And..." Oh, hell, that was definitely not a young woman. His hands noticeably twitched, as though debating whether or not to cover his face, and the priest quite literally found himself at a loss for words. His mind had gone entirely blank.

"Love." Shuo smoothly took over the situation, his deep, rich tone practically glowing with mirth. "I bid you and your companion good afternoon. We didn't mean to intrude. Would you prefer us to go, or...?"

If you make that sound anymore ******** suggestive than you already did, I will rip you out, so help me God. Laurence was snarling internally, though the fury was clearly written all over his face.

I would say so. It seems I'm not quite what he expected Leo bit his lip a little to keep from laughing, it wouldn't be polite but the scene was a little comical. So, he's one of those hosts you mentioned the other day? It seemed kind of odd, Laurence didn't look any different than most he'd known. He wondered what the man had that the god lacked. Modesty, maybe?

He nodded politely to their guests, when he heard his name mentioned. Pleased to meet you both.

He is, Rio said with a nod, and after the dragon had introduced himself and his host, he relayed it to Leo. Shuo is a Dragon King, one of nine gods created by Harmodius to be his most loyal servants, serving in various stations. He is also called Mang, and he is a diplomat, of sorts. A Mediator.

Laurence is a priest, of a religion related to your own, I think. Although their views of love are...much less lenient, traditionally.

"Would you care to sit with us? We will behave ourselves, I promise." As amusing as Laurence's little episode had been, Rio did feel a little bad; he liked the priest, and didn't really want to cause him discomfort.

No, Laurence did not want anything to do with this particular pair, but he had more sense and manners than that. His nod may have been as stiff as his legs, but he would grudgingly approach the pair, taking a careful seat so that he could keep an eye on both of them in case they decided to jump him. Or something.

"He's a little tongue-tied at the moment, but he appreciates it." Shuo would have been grinning at the waspish retort that earned, but wisely did not repeat it. "Tell me, where are you from, Léonce?" Shuo was all too eager to find out, wondering.

Besides, since Laurence didn't seem inclined to unclench his jaws anytime soon, he might as well keep up the conversation!

Leo turned over on his side to face Laurence and Shuo, more than a little surprised that someone else here could understand him. He was beginning to think Rio and Echo were the only ones. Terre D'Ange, the City of Elua, to be a bit more specific. He wouldn't expect the Dragon King to have any idea where that was, as no one else seemed to have ever heard of it either.