Private Finished Throw Me a Curve Ball

"Oh for sure," Broen said, teleporting to toss the empty beer bottles and grab a bottle of water. No sense in just drinking all of his beer at once. He was back on the couch a second later, offering Rory a bottled water as well. "It's pretty simple, really. Your people are all like antennas. When he dies his body sends out a broadcast basically. And the one that can best receive the signal gets it. Proximity, if you're active or not, how long you've been active, how willing you are... there's a lot of factors."

He paused and took a long swig from the water. "So if you're worried about suddenly becoming a mindless god killer, don't. There's plenty of the shits a lot closer than you."

"Couldn't tell you," he said plainly. "Well, not entirely true I guess. Okay so. What the Alexandrian can do? Utter horseshit. You know how he flies? No. That isn't flight. That's him deciding how much gravity works on him. How he moves at such high speeds or can take a fuckin' bullet train to the face and not budge? That's him deciding whether or not inertia or friction work on him."

Broen laughed a little and shook his head. "He needs all those souls in him to keep up with the sheer fuckin' math his powers involve. You though? You might be able to do a bit of that stuff, just not to those degrees. Like, super jump by reducing your personal gravity. Or increasing your density to turn into an immovable object briefly. I dunno. But if you unlock some good shit, let me know so I can get all up on you."

"I could eat you out," Broen said before pausing, looking completely serious, then dropped into a fit of laughter. "Fair, fair. I'll think of something when the time comes, yeah?"

He waved her off dismissively, changing the subject. "So what else ya got for me? We're not even halfway through your hour."

"Oh you can touch me wherever you want, sweetheart." His smirk got an extra sharp edge to it. "And I dunno about that. I've been told I'm a pretty cunning linguist."

He gestured Rory closer, relaxing further. "come on then. Get it over with, whatever you're gonna do."

Broen tensed up when Rory's hands went to his shoulders, expecting her to start choking him out any second. But when she started massaging him, he relaxed and bit and let her work. "Oh man. You've got nice hands. Bet they'd feel nicer wrapped around my cock."

"Talk about whatever I want, huh? Hm. So I hear you're teaching my sugar mama self defense. How's that going, eh? She doesn't really seem like the fighty type, so it's kind of hilarious to think about."