He pulled out a few shirts, handing each selection to me as he went along. “Pick those which will be best for me.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Kas lifted a shirt and peered at it. “The stitching on this is incredible. How does the seamstress get them so tiny and even? And what are these buttons made of?”
“Machines make them, not seamstresses. The buttons are a man-made material called plastic.”
He narrowed his stare at me. “Machines that sew clothing?”
“I swear.” I held up a hand. “I mean, someone operates the machine, but the sewing machine makes the even stitches. The person just has to put the fabric together and hold them in place for the machine to do its thing.”
“Machines making clothing,” Kas murmured. “That is fascinating.” He spotted something on another rack and grabbed it—a sweater. “Ha! Machines could not have made this.”
“Actually.” I made a wincing expression.
“No.” He inspected the sweater, turning it inside out so he could see the seams. “No, this must be knitted.”
“There are knitting machines.”
“That's not possible.”
I shook my head. “We're just getting started. Wait until you see an airplane.”
“An air plane? Is that a machine that uses Air Magic?”
“Again, no magic here. It employs science. And frankly, I don't understand how it works. It boggles my mind every time I fly.”
“Fly?” Kaspian's arms fell to his sides. “Humans can fly?”
“Inairplanes.”
“Inside an air machine?”
“It's . . . yes. It's a vehicle. Like a car. But it has wings.”
“Now, I know you are jesting.”
“The wings are stationary.” I held out my arms straight to the sides. “When the plane moves forward, air currents are split by the wings. Currents over the top are decreased while those beneath get stronger and push the plane up. They just have to go really fast and the air pressure keeps the plane aloft.”
“You have an amazing imagination, Demetrius.” Kas chuckled and returned to shopping.
I snorted and considered showing him a plane on my phone. But I decided against it. Too much, too soon, could really freak him out. And I didn't want to see what Kaspian was like when he freaked out.
So, I went to the pants section and found him a few options, holding my tongue when he muttered to himself about silly humans and their make-believe stories. This wasn't the place to show him how wrong he was. But when I got him alone, I was going to blow Kaspian's . . . uh . . . mind. Right. His mind. That's what I would blow.
I glanced over my shoulder at his tight, round ass, and mentally groaned. He had to be straight, right? What were the odds that a gorgeous, magical man would also be gay? I lifted my brow, hope ever blooming, and thought,Probably about the same as an alien landing naked in a burning forest.
Chapter Five
“Don't you have underwear on your planet?” I asked as I started the engine.
Kaspian, who'd been wriggling about in his seat, jerked his attention from his crotch to me. “We wear loose, lightweight shorts. Nothing like these. They . . .” He leaned closer and whispered, “feel like I'm beingheld.”
I pressed my lips together so I wouldn't laugh in his face, and busied myself with pulling out onto the street. Salem's the capital of Oregon, but it's still kinda a small town. Not too much traffic in the middle of a work day. So, it required hardly any concentration to get going, but I wasn't going to touch that comment.
Then he went on, “Do you not agree? Or do you wear a different style?”
I couldn't hold back my chuckle that time.
