In his youth, Akeem had once been accustomed to such blatant advances. He'd very rarely made them himself, but he'd certainly accepted some, after so short a chat as Fin and he had had. It wasn't that the - man, or whatever he was to smell that way - was unattractive, far from it, especially with that scent. But Akeem was much less adventurous now than he had once been, and so he hesitated, then shook his head with an apologetic smile. "A conversation, some might say."