"Nah I'm a harpy and a businessman. Well, maybe a slut as well but thats neither here nor there."

He'll then just lean against him.

"But ya not getting my name till I have yours."

"Ya know I'm not a fey right, and that giving me ya name won't have you forever in a pact with me."

"Well, until ya give me ya name, your just tinman to me, tinman."

"Nah I came by to see my favourite reclusive tinman."

"I didn't name me, me motha' did."

"On the nose? What my name? Humans put "son" in their name how is that on the nose."

"Well, nice to meet ya, I'm Nimbus."

"Not the types that kill me!"

". . . Oh that's a idea yeah I guess sure why not." A shrug, he definitely didn't mean those kind of demons.

"What do /you/ classify of the fun kind?"

"Depends on what I can do for you,"

"The fun kind or the kind we should be worried about?"

"HEeeeeeey tinman!"

Gives him a pat on the back.

"Oooh... Good choice, eh, hearty, good for the cold and all that."

At this rate he might have roast harpy in the meal.

applying the some to his rear, slipping in a finger nice and slowly to open him up a little.

"How's that?"

Nimbus would definitely kiss him back, pressing against him slightly in the process, although a little short of breath from the panting.

As the other broke away he gave a small nod, "Yeah, yeah I get ya."

As the other got himself into position, he got out the bottle of lube. He'd start by >

"Hey ehhh... what ya cooking?"

Inching ever closer.