The Russian was a little unsettling, but only because of where he'd come up and the friends he'd had. Still, it smacked of the familiar. Kavinsky smirked a little, one eyebrow perking slightly. The demonstrative thrusting helped get the point across especially.

"No, I haven't," he said. His smirk went sweet, inviting, but still with an edge of sinister glee. Well, if this wasn't his speed, they'd just have to find something that was. "Elate s men*." His own Bulgarian was crisper than his Russian would have been, so he slid into it easily. Well, if they were mutually intelligible, for the most part, that's what mattered until they weren't talking any more.

"So...not penetrate-y. Because you'd like to be doing all the penetrating."


(*Come with me)