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Samuel steps inside quietly, brows arching up at the comparative opulence of the decor in here. There is a bit of distrust as he sits in the proffered seat, sinking in cautiously. Ridiculously comfortable. He tries not to let his guard down too far.

"There are worse things to be touched by than another man," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. His weight leans forward on his elbows as he contemplates Erik's proposal, trying to put to words what it is he wants. That...had been something of a secondary thought, truth be told.

"You'll forgive me that I do not have words for every possible lewd act," he starts gruffly. "I am...curious. This place has all of its facilities indoors. In my life there was really no such thing. Shit pits, washbasins, whore's baths in troughs. You have such a thing here, yes?"