The other writer would ERP most things really because... Well he didn't have any morals in roleplay sex. As for what the other writer said: All that Treyman's writer was told is how somebody looked and that people knew what he was, because I ain't Vio or someone who was told shit in any past interactions nor this. Treyman lunged forwards and wrapped his hands around Charlotte though it wasn't his hand, rather an extension of the magical aura that surrounded him, but that now meant every part of him but the right arm was uncovered by anything but clothes and hard light. "Shut up!"