"The one and only Rover Larrikin!" He took her hand and gave her a surprisingly chaste and gallant kiss on the back of her knuckles, partly because it was barely a brush of his lips before he straightened up with a grin. It was a fun courtesy, rather than any seduction.

"You have no idea. I've known him for ... uh ... I dunno, four centuries? At first I was quite happy to have him all to myself, buuuuut ... " He shrugged, a sweeping shrug with arms out at his sides. "I got married."

Alright, so the marriage was a front for a party, but Larrikin also wasn't as interested in sex as he was in hugs and cuddles. He knew why Anton wasn't a hugger. He wasn't a hugger because it reminded him of his blood family, back when they all slept on the floor of a tiny hovel and Anton slept curled around the youngest of them. It was too painful. Whenever they had to share a bed and wound up in a compromising position, Larrikin got shoved out. Therefore, Anton needed someone he wouldn't want to shove out of his bed, and that someone couldn't be someone who reminded him of a younger brother like Larrikin did, and that meant someone Anton had never had before--a lover.