Copia is happy to follow, whatever it leads to. Overly attuned senses tell him this is not what even the immensely emboldened and heightened elements of the love potion are aware of, but he is happy to roll with it. In truth, it would be good for his sensibilities to have a non-sexual intimate encounter. Not that he isn't willing to oblige, but the often impersonal nature of random hook-ups in place of genuine sensual intimacy frustrates him, though that in itself may cause its own problems. WHAT DOES HE KNOW ABOUT IT? Nothing.

The answer is nothing but vibes picked up on.

Still. He is the one being guided to another man's home. While committed to whatever this man's boundaries may be, stressed as the effects of the potion may cause, Copia will always seek genuine connection above anything else. On whatever terms. Behold, the resident Satanic 'gentleslut' in all his glory.

"Where you lead, I follow, Cecil."