"I'm one of many, darling. We're all out there, prowling around, looking for innocent locals to corrupt." Michael partly joked, partly added just to put some distance up from the idea of being one of a kind. Special. Unique. Chosen. No, he was like anyone else, he was just horny and gay. And yeah, sure, British. But he wasn't special. "I'm glad you appreciate it. I'm glad someone does, at least. I haven't had a very warm reception."

He shrugged his shoulders, gesturing off vaguely. "It could be me, queering it up all over town, or it could be my brother Luci's mere existence that puts us at odds." Mixed raced guy in a town like this? It earned them looks for sure. "But I think you're the only one around who's happy to see me."