Well, at least his gaydar was fully functioning. But then the way that Riley had been looking at him, the way there's a sudden frisson of energy between them each time their eyes meet, it was impossible to think otherwise. This was the first time that Liam had ever really felt anything like it. He was being bold here, in the flirting and the romantic overtures, and asking about the good priest's last kiss, but part of that was covering for what amounted to an extremely limited amount of experience. The fact of the matter was the entirety of his experience was with the demon who owned him -- the pact consummated when the contract had come due on his eighteenth birthday and again and again whenever Gregory wanted to remind Liam who he belonged to -- and the occasional 'friend' that Gregory loaned him out to.

So honestly a camping trip and some stolen kisses, among other things, sounded cozy and romantic. He smiled around another nibble of his cookie. "A farewell to the flesh before you settled into the clergy, mm?" Tragic really, that priests were supposed to forego physical intimacy of that nature. There was something achingly human about wanting connection -- in so many ways -- that to bar one form of it so completely seemed, well, it seemed foolish to Liam. Always had.

"Do you miss it? Being so close to someone else that you can't say for sure where they end and you begin?" As if Liam knew the feeling beyond mere overwhelming desire for it, missing something that he'd never actually had. He was, after all, a broken mess of a man.