[The good news is that she is enjoying the heat of the water. All the questions in the world can't distract from the fact that this is the first shower she's had in two days. Rosalind ducks her head forward, getting her hair wet once more, before squirming against him in a pointed tease. The glide of his hand against her stomach is just bonus; Rosalind sighs softly, delighted by the contrast of rough fingers against soft skin.]

Mundy . . .

[But it doesn't take a genius to figure out what that might mean.]

Mundane? Those without powers-- so you come from a world where you're not in the majority.

[She assumes. It's not such a leap in logic, though, given his initial reluctance to tell her about himself. Mm . . . she shivers as he rocks forward against her again, her back arching despite herself. Just like that, and perhaps she won't be so upset if he fucks her after all.

. . . though, she thinks, it would a bit more fun if they were in a bed. It'd be a lot more fun if she-- yes, she decides, and doesn't move just yet, too eager to hear this explanation to bother with teasing him just yet. He's far from coming; she has a fair bit of time.]

Fabletown . . . that's a bit on the nose. Vampires and werewolves and witches populate it, I assume . . . are you all stars of specific tales, or is it more a wry commentary on what the rest of the world stereotypes of you all?