（ he huffs, an' takes a drag of his own, hollowin' out his cheeks real brief before he blows the breath back out. like cain, he's polite enough about it, but unlike him it don't occur to him it ain't a polite thing to do indoors. hell, even the subbies do their best to get away with it. ）

Ah... （ a bit of a sheepish shift of his body language, an' the faintest embarrassed tinge to his cheeks. he ain't shy, exactly — right about the first time a fella comes to you an' drops trou so you can diagnose him with the clap you lose all sense of shame — but there's somethin' miles different about ribald jokes among one's comrades an' a relative stranger. he ducks his head some, an' then clears his throat to recite: ）

'There once was a man from Nantucket,
Whose dick was so long he could suck it.
He said with a grin,
As he wiped off his chin,
If my ear were a cunt I would fuck it'

（ lord, but the shade'a that blush has deepened by degrees the further along he gets, but he rounds it out gamely, endin' with a bit of a flourishin' bow an' a faint grin. ）

Now, don't you go repeatin' that one in decent company. You'll give me a reputation.