( Licyn's smile is knife sharp, then equally easy and smooth as butter. He's not a tall man, so they're of a similar eye level. Has the young man grown? Licyn muses it's likely. Youths of his physical age do have that habit when decently fed.

Poorly fed, they tend to stunt more. Perhaps. )

I avoid politics like politicians avoid publicly staining themselves in feces, like any smart person should.

( That said, he unceremoniously hooks a finger around Five's drink and brings it closer to sip before letting go. Please, let him searing well find his own source of that soon. )

Besides, the garden tending I prefer requires fewer people, and fewer clothes.