[there's a disbelieving quality to janus when they grunt in answer to that-- about their skin. but they smile too, a small one. enough of a pause that they can then appreciate the odd chill that resides within rafa's tawny skin.] Rafa, [they repeat, after a moment.] You chose well. It suits you.

A diminutive. [their eyes are laughing a little, but it's not at rafa. with him, surely.] One that rolls off the tongue. [even seated, janus is obviously considerably taller than their companion, the bulk of their shoulder lofted high above the corner of rafa's. janus digs up another spoonful of ice cream, and tips it toward rafa in offer.] I know your kind, I think.

I know your skin, and your generosity with ordinary food.