Daimd is unfamiliar with the sting of rejection. So rarely has he ever wanted anything from the world and its inhabitants that it has been rarer still for him to find himself denied. Word of his sexual prowess circulated quick and easy through his tribe, and he was never turned down when in search of coupling.

So he finds himself at a loss to describe this feeling, a pervasive stubborn quiet cry for approval, from only the one mouth (or hand or heart) able to give it.