Oh, and what else does it take, for you? Now I'm curious.

[ For the time being, Ganymede is more than happy to let Oberyn suspect his age is whatever he likes. The truth of nearly seven thousand years is hard to comprehend, much less understand, and he doesn't begrudge anyone not needing to try it. He'd like to avoid knowing it himself some days. To the comment that he's favored by youth, he snorts a little indulgently, obviously amused. To being checked out-- well. He's used to that, though he shifts just a bit to let the man see all of him, turning in a slow circle.

If nothing else--and above most everything else--Ganymede is beautiful. Almost inhumanly so, and certainly more than would do him favors in most places. ] Favored by something, I'll give you that.

You do certainly seem to be the adventurous type in bed. I can see why people think you're charming. I like that, and I'm considerably picky.