As happy as I'm ever gonna be

As Samuel quipped that he was going to wait to see how the conversation went, Loren eyed the redhead a bit warily. Then the healer shrugged. "Well. I will endeavor to not be so boring that you feel the need to kill yourself to get out of the conversation." The joke was as dark as the other man's. However, at being called handsome, of all things, the Launceleyn couldn't help it. He snorted, then laughed outright at the redhead's compliment, though the sound was far from happy or humorous. "Thanks. But...well. Even if I believed you, and I personally don't think I'm handsome, there's more to being desirable than being handsome." Loren lifted his head to take a long drink. Then he let his head fall back again. "Being wanted. Or, you know, desired." He waved the flask vaguely. "It's in the word itself." As Samuel tried (and mostly failed to explain) how the encounter had gone down, it was the healer's turn to prop himself up on an elbow. "I guess. How do you...feel about the whole thing?" The question came out awkwardly. LOREN Not quite an open book