A Taste of Bison

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/1AxolxT.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">"There's a tendency when you get to high class dining to make portion sizes small. I fight against that tendency, because quite frankly I need all the meat I can get. Small portion sizes really won't do it for me." He had too much muscle to make do with the tiny circles of meat served at most restaurants. Depending on the place, he often ordered two or even three different meals so he could get enough to sate his appetite. "I imagine you eat a lot of raw meat?" A lot of his meat was cooked so lightly that even calling it blue was being too kind. He never got sick though, and his body seemed well suited to consuming the rawest of meat.

He let out a small laugh at the idea of a bison dessert. "I only know of a single dessert recipe that uses bison meat, and I opted to skip over that one." Bison dessert balls were aptly named, and he wasn't exactly keen on the balls part of it.

"You can go for a swim if you'd like. I prefer to relax after dinner, although I imagine swimming is probably more usual for you." He wasn't going to stop him, but he wasn't going to go for a swim either.
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<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/1r3hMmE.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Ignatius couldn't help but let out a little chuckle, fairly sure that Lelei would change his mind at giving the dessert a try if he knew what was in it. Most people tended to blanch at the idea of eating certain parts of the animal. He supposed it was a cultural thing - some would eat brains without a second thought, while more North American sensibilities tended to be disgusted at the very idea. He supposed he didn't know anything about sharkman cuisine - maybe he wouldn't be bothered.

Ignatius considered the night to be more or less wrapped up. He'd recline in his chair, let himself digest... Lelei would go for a swim, and then no doubt he'd leave, so that Ignatius could retire for the night. He considered his host duties to be essentially finished.

Or so he thought. He glanced up as Lelei put a hand on his shoulder. It wasn't so much the interruption - it was the body contact. Ignatius would have been lying if he hadn't guessed at Lelei's intentions. It would have been hard to miss, with how many passes he'd made. But he'd tried to tell himself that he was imagining it - or perhaps that he wasn't imagining it, but that Lelei would get the hint if he brushed him off.

Apparently not on both accounts.

His face was deadly serious as he glanced back at Lelei, eyes sliding up from his hand to his face. "No thank you. I'm not that interested in the hot tub - it was my father's choice to install it." Simple, to the point. Ignatius was nothing if not blunt in situations like this.
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<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/1AxolxT.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Ignatius wished he had work. Work was a solace for him at times like these. Work was something he had almost complete control over. It was something he could control almost every part of. It was something he could just do, without having to worry over little things.

So he did. He waved one of the staff over and had them fetch a hefty folder from his desk. From there, he settled in on a chair, completely ignoring his houseguest as he started to read through the file. He completely missed Lelei undressing, and had almost forgot about him when he finally spoke.

He glanced up when Lelei addressed him, and he did his best to leave his expression blank, even if he was a bit too serious. "It was nothing. Say no more about it - it's already behind us." He was eager to move on, to simply pretend it hadn't happened, and already his eyes were wandering down to the folder in his lap.
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