Reassuring to hear her say that - it doesn't sound like what a childseeking conspiracy would have her say, to first-order, though of course that could just be guessing his passcode based on the tone in which he asked the question.

"Well, even if I sign a contract with Cheliax, I'm sure not rushing you into anything," Keltham says.  "My sperm should stay potent a few years yet."  He briefly considers whether he wants to see a Kelthamcarissa in particular, but his brain is still returning error codes for that and the internal question goes unanswered.  He also has questions about 'hitting', because it seems like that wouldn't optimize well over a pain-to-injury ratio... no, actually because his brain flinches away, it could be dath ilani programming or it could be a not-my-sexuality-actually error; he wants to inflict pain on Carissa, not violence.  But he's going to have to write out a list of questions anyways, so it can just get factored into that.  He's curious about the six top theories for why wizards are harder to hurt, and about whether he can think of easy distinguishing experiments in the first 10 seconds or if Golarion already did narrow it down as much as a sensible person could; but it was stated that he needs to tickle this information out of Carissa and that sounds like more sex.

He is feeling a bit tired, though; there's been a number of hours in the day.  "I should cast the unidentified spells my god gave me before I go to sleep," Keltham murmurs out loud.  "Is there a workroom, or protected area, or should a senior wizard be monitoring me, or..."

Reassuring to hear her say that - it doesn't sound like what a childseeking conspiracy would have her say, to first-order, though of course that could just be guessing his passcode based on the tone in which he asked the question.

"Well, even if I sign a contract with Cheliax, I won't expect it to include a rush order," Keltham says.  "My sperm should stay potent a few years yet."  He briefly considers whether he wants to see a Kelthamcarissa in particular, but his brain is still returning error codes for that and the internal question goes unanswered.  He also has questions about 'hitting', because it seems like that wouldn't optimize well over a pain-to-injury ratio... no, actually because his brain flinches away, it could be dath ilani programming or it could be a not-my-sexuality-actually error; he wants to inflict pain on Carissa, not violence.  But he's going to have to write out a list of questions anyways, so it can just get factored into that.  He's curious about the six top theories for why wizards are harder to hurt, and about whether he can think of easy distinguishing experiments in the first 10 seconds or if Golarion already did narrow it down as much as a sensible person could; but it was stated that he needs to tickle this information out of Carissa and that sounds like more sex.

He is feeling a bit tired, though; there's been a number of hours in the day.  "I should cast the unidentified spells my god gave me before I go to sleep," Keltham murmurs out loud.  "Is there a workroom, or protected area, or should a senior wizard be monitoring me, or..."

Reassuring to hear her say that - it doesn't sound like what a childseeking conspiracy would have her say, to first-order, though of course that could just be guessing his passcode based on the tone in which he asked the question.

"Well, even if I sign a contract with Cheliax, I won't expect it to include a rush order on that short of a time scale," Keltham says.  "My sperm should stay potent a few years yet."  He briefly considers whether he wants to see a Kelthamcarissa in particular, but his brain is still returning error codes for that and the internal question goes unanswered.  He also has questions about 'hitting', because it seems like that wouldn't optimize well over a pain-to-injury ratio... no, actually because his brain flinches away, it could be dath ilani programming or it could be a not-my-sexuality-actually error; he wants to inflict pain on Carissa, not violence.  But he's going to have to write out a list of questions anyways, so it can just get factored into that.  He's curious about the six top theories for why wizards are harder to hurt, and about whether he can think of easy distinguishing experiments in the first 10 seconds or if Golarion already did narrow it down as much as a sensible person could; but it was stated that he needs to tickle this information out of Carissa and that sounds like more sex.

He is feeling a bit tired, though; there's been a number of hours in the day.  "I should cast the unidentified spells my god gave me before I go to sleep," Keltham murmurs out loud.  "Is there a workroom, or protected area, or should a senior wizard be monitoring me, or..."

Reassuring to hear her say that - it doesn't sound like what a childseeking conspiracy would have her say, to first-order, though of course that could just be guessing his passcode based on the tone in which he asked the question.

"Well, even if I sign a contract with Cheliax, I won't expect it to include a rush order on that short of a time scale," Keltham says.  "My sperm should stay potent a few years yet."  He briefly considers whether he wants to see a Kelthamcarissa in particular, but his brain is still returning error codes for that and the internal question goes unanswered.

Keltham also has questions about 'hitting', because it seems like that wouldn't optimize well over a pain-to-injury ratio... no, actually because his brain flinches away, it could be dath ilani programming or it could be a not-my-sexuality-actually error; he wants to inflict pain on Carissa, not violence.  But he's going to have to write out a list of questions anyways, so it can just get wrapped into that.  He's curious about the six top theories for why wizards are harder to hurt, and about whether he can think of easy distinguishing experiments in the first 10 seconds or if Golarion already did narrow it down as much as a sensible person could without advanced experimental designs; but it was stated that he needs to tickle this information out of Carissa, and that sounds like more sex.

He is feeling a bit tired, though; there's been a number of hours in the day.  "I should cast the unidentified spells my god gave me before I go to sleep," Keltham murmurs out loud.  "Is there a workroom, or protected area, or should a senior wizard be monitoring me, or..."