That attempt is not much of a success. Oran's trying to remain calm and composed, but he's obviously gone pink in the cheeks. He's helping, he shouldn't fuck this up. The man is obviously compromised.

"Oh, don't worry too much," he tries, "it's not like you're the only one to make a walk like this. Nobody's going to judge you. It's only about... hmm. Four more blocks?" On the other hand, the idea of walking that far is evoking a very certain kind of sympathy.

Oran rubs his chin, wondering if a simple handy would be enough to relieve the problem... with the Augur, so rarely did that work... but then again, a stranger fresh to the world? It could be as easy as a cuddle. No, no. Once Percy knows about the bathhouse's power to completely relieve a curse like this first person, he'd be far better off. Oran's sure of it. If he looks indecisive, it's because he very much is.

"There's another reason I'm taking you there, instead of, ah..." he resigns himself to talking directly about Percival's boner: "taking the easy way out? The Augur tends to use the carrot and the stick very liberally, and it gets more complicated, the longer you're around. You shouldn't be punished for a single mistake."