It was startlingly straightforward. Between the lingering looks, and the angle that the man sat in the chair beside him, his boldness in the request was hardly unexpected. Castiel's mind was quick - quicker than most - quick enough to run through all the possible answers in his head before he even said them. He was here looking for someone else: rude, but it would excuse him; he wasn't sexually submissive: at least half true; and yes: yes provided the greatest opportunity.
Fine, he didn't understand the concept very well. The basics, certainly. Angels were naturally submissive, that was what they were programmed to be, and he could recognize the function at play in the people around them; there was clearly one person dominating another. Perhaps that was what the thing with the drink was about.
But the sex didn't interest him. It was the other part of the man's invitation that most resounded with him. The VIP lounge? He hadn't even realized there was such a place. His failed efforts to locate Loki suddenly made a great deal of sense, because if a god was going to be anywhere in this place, particularly one with an ego like Loki's, it would be in the place occupied by other very important people; a place Castiel had no hope of getting unless he was invited.
He worked his lips for a fraction of a second, just a hint of pink tongue as he chewed the thought through. A second, at the most, and then he nodded.
"That sounds acceptable," he agreed, calmly. He didn't even know this man's name--but that was alright, it wasn't as though he was in a hurry to share his own, either.
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Fine, he didn't understand the concept very well. The basics, certainly. Angels were naturally submissive, that was what they were programmed to be, and he could recognize the function at play in the people around them; there was clearly one person dominating another. Perhaps that was what the thing with the drink was about.
But the sex didn't interest him. It was the other part of the man's invitation that most resounded with him. The VIP lounge? He hadn't even realized there was such a place. His failed efforts to locate Loki suddenly made a great deal of sense, because if a god was going to be anywhere in this place, particularly one with an ego like Loki's, it would be in the place occupied by other very important people; a place Castiel had no hope of getting unless he was invited.
He worked his lips for a fraction of a second, just a hint of pink tongue as he chewed the thought through. A second, at the most, and then he nodded.
"That sounds acceptable," he agreed, calmly. He didn't even know this man's name--but that was alright, it wasn't as though he was in a hurry to share his own, either.