The first stallion did not respond to Ernesto’s jest, much to his disappointment. A sense of humour was the finest thing in a companion, but Ernesto had little time to worry about it as the other males showed up and he turned the conversation to more serious matters.

The great Lagoon men. Ernesto felt at a disadvantage, not to have heard any of these stories. All he had heard was that this was where the bachelors lived, and he needed little encouragement aside from that to come and seek them out. He couldn’t say that these couple of men seemed to be ‘crumbling’, but then he had not known what it had been like before.

If it were as grand as this Karash Han made out, Ernesto was disappointed that he had not had the chance to see it.

Tilting his head, Ernesto turned to hear Argento’s response with interest. His words were enticing, but his mischievous smile moreso – Ernesto returned it easily, bobbing his head in agreement. Paradiso was the first to reply, however, his question about torture and his opinion of the topic was clearly quite distasteful.

Ernesto wondered at these mysterious bachelors of the past. He had been in bachelor herds before, but none of them could hardly be called torturers, although they were certainly troublemakers they were nothing more than an annoyance to most, who liked to harass the herds sometimes just for fun (and sometimes for a pretty lady, of course) not power.

“I would be delighted to hang around,” he replied with a grin, his dark eyes flicking between the three stallions as he spoke.

“As for la tortura… Well, that’s not really my thing, señores, but I do enjoy stirring up a little trouble.” He shot the men a playful wink, his lips curved in a playful smirk, before turning his attention mostly to Argento, as the leader of this group. “Point me at your enemigos and let me show them a good time.”

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