The lightness of the blonde's skin did nothing to hide the blush which rose at the greek's words. The grip loosened, and finally was released with a small smile. Giton wasn't at all sure that he wanted the man to let go--at least not yet. On such close inspection, what he had taken to be an odd foreign hat turned out to be a freedman's cap! So, the giant had been a slave, but somehow earned his freedom--but whose slave had he been? Since he was staying at Philandros' house, that implied he belonged there--but the greek had never seen him before!

"I saw you a few days back at the Odeion...since then, I've been hoping to find you again so that I could get another glimpse of you!" He decided it wasn't a good idea to tell the giant he had followed him to the house of Philandros...he didn't think the man would break his arm--but there was no reason to risk it!

"You want only to look at me--or you want more?" The voice was what--amused?--annoyed? The strange accent the northerner gave to his words, and the oddly musical tone made Giton unsure of what the man's attitude was; the fact that he hadn't simply taken off on his own business implied an interest, or at least a willingness to listen.

Now it was Giton's turn to blush--he had no way of knowing that a certain scroll had opened up more than a few mysteries in Olaf's mind, and if it hadn't quite taken all his fears away, it had certainly awakened his curiosity. Giton found his eyes locked on those deep blue pools framed by silver-blonde waves and it took him a few moments to gather words to answer. Could this god be truly interested?

"Oh--I so much would like to do more than look!"

The giant stared down into the greek's eyes--half a head below his own--for several moments as he thought things over. Except for the attraction he clearly felt for Philandros, he had no experience with the emotions dealing with sex...and only a small amount with the act itself. He and Philandros had kissed and touched one another a great deal, even in some intimate places, but with one thing and another it hadn't progressed further than that: Philandros had been fixated on Sextus, and now with his injuries, it simply wasn't possible.

Giton sensed the hesitation, and assayed a guess. "You have someone else who you are seeing--or you aren't interested?"

Again the considering and considerate stare, but shorter this time. The giant's voice was definitely amused now by Giton's words. "Yes--and no--to both." The greek's obvious confusion caused the larger boy to laugh loudly.

"You not even want to know my name? Is Olaf." He extended a hand and grasped the greek's forearm with a firm grip. Giton returned the gesture with less pressure, but not less feeling.

"Sorry, my name is Giton--I'm a singer, sometimes an actor--whatever I can find work in! What do you mean 'yes, and no'? How can you be both?"

Giton's thoughts clicked into a higher gear--Olaf was but wasn't seeing someone? He was/wasn't interested? He snapped his fingers as it came to him.

"You like someone but they don't know it! As for the interest...hmm..." A new flush to Olaf's cheeks gave him the final answer!

"You're a vir--" A large hand clamped firmly over his mouth, halting any further sound completely....