Ah, so you were spoiling me...No, we can't have that ♡ Not without me really earning it, anyway.

[God, it's been forever since he's actually felt like an equal to someone, or anything close to; Morvay gets automatically discounted by virtue of being raised by Aster into his dream companion, of course. It's only natural, Aster thinks, that he should find this conversation intriguing even in the current circumstances.

He can't help it. Scoots closer still, before fully angling himself towards Mort and reaching out to tap one boot against his ankle. No rubbing or anything Full Gay like that yet, but it's just a tester anyway. Host work is all about how far the line can be pushed for public decency, so he's learned, and this is one of the more milquetoast techniques he's been favouring.] Is it trifling when you're helping me refine my craft, Mister Dragon~? Or, perhaps it's more akin to...Reminding me that the world can still be a dangerous place, when I'm out of my element. Either way, I'm going to charge at it all headfirst; I don't know anything else ♡