[If Eben reached out to touch S'rahz's ears he'd be on the receiving end of several painful spells. It wasn't as if he was dying to touch Eben's stubble after all. Later on Eben can definitely touch all he wants and more and S'rahz will be thrilled at the feel of said stubble on his skin. The mention of markings gets some thought, the blond's lips curling into a small smirk.]

Most males have them, but they have subtle differences. But then it's not like I pay that much attention to them when I'm that close to someone. [The smirk doesn't even fade when Eben asks about his accommodation, though inside the summoner knows he has to be very careful about now. His mate T'arren has some unsavory kinds after him, and taking someone back to their place could be a nightmare.]

Really now? I might do, and I might not. What about you? Surely you have somewhere in mind since you came over here. [S'rahz keeps his tone of voice teasing, reaching out to grab one of the spare drinks bought for him and sliding it over to the other. If Eben is paying attention he'll notice that not only are S'rahz's gloves red, but that the fingers of them on one are longer than the other, one cut off at the first set of knuckles, the other near the tips.] Seems like you forgot your drink too.