Not just women... [ He mutters under his breath shyly. Doskvol wasn't immune to fantasy racism, classism, and degrees of sexism on its surface but underneath it was another story; an entire city founded on all manners of contrarian relationships, and strong willed people prepared to do whatever it took to protect what—and who—they valued most. Bricks himself was attracted to women and men equally... but that should matter little! A masseuse was a professional, respectable job! A pleasure and a delight to be so pampered by such skilled hands, he'd argue. ]

Terrifying? [ He scoffs with a hand on his hip. ] Maybe to other salamanders, but... what should height have to do with how skilled you are with your hands? Should that not speak for itself?

[ He pauses to look Koro up and down fully. To be completely fair, if he hadn't just saved his life Bricks would also be intimidated by him on first impression, but he thinks not for long; too many of his dark features remind him of Hunter, and perhaps there's something else alluring about him, almost an unidentifiable comforting familiarity. For as stoic as Koro is coming off, he can also hear that lingering bitterness. Bricks wants to help him, somehow. He clenches his fists together, determination welling up in him on Koro's behalf, whether he asked for it or not. ]

I think you should pursue it! Open up your own parlor!