Adam hummed. "It seems to vary. I don't have any, which they call being a 'warmblood' here. 'Coldbloods' have elemental abilities. Immune to cold, ability to generate fire, that sort of thing."

He steps back from the shoreline to give Kavinsky some space as he climbs out.

"'Palebloods' have the skills of what you might call a psychic or telepath in some worlds while 'vilebloods' tend to associate with poison."

He shrugged again. "All in varying degrees of course, and we're still learning new things about each."

He tapped his lips, making a show of examining the proffered finger. He glanced quickly down at Kavinsky's dick and back again, pushing his glasses back up with a decisive nod.

"Yes, about 100 milimeters, I'd say."

He broke out in a smirk belying his own piqued humor, actually taking off his jacket and tossing it to the newcomer.

"All good. You're not my first, Kravinsky. Let's get you fed."